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Oh, listen to my song. I am just a jerky, trembling reed. A useless grass-blade.  With nothing to offer my God. Therefore, oh Elohim, let only Your Will be done now. Just do not ever prohibit me of enjoying Your great Love. Oh, what have I done to deserve Your Mercy? To be able to see the future, good or bad, in advance? You are the Scales that command and all of this will certainly happen.

But here I must confess, in the flight of the crow, which occurs over the Molemane. In every country and region, the rulers are busy deceiving mankind. While they prohibit man his God-given freedom. Oh, therefore listen to my despairing song. Under the onslaught of the Spiritual Wind, I am just a jerky, trembling reed.

What I see, there under heaven’s zodiac. Yes there where the stars shoot, the future of the world will not be revised again. God has commanded and Judgment is poured out. The grain is devoured by the mites. In the big rot, the offspring of the fly, the maggots, they reign.

In shots fires, and bomb flying around wildly. Dagon is served as war-god. Blood and more blood is shed in vain. With nothing for free any more, there is nothing left to offer. All that is left is the sad song of a trembling reed. Therefore oh God, let Your Great Will be done now. Look, from his cradle, the child of Revelation is flown to his prepared destination on the Wisdom-wings of the big Eagle.