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Sing oh Angel, sing me a song. A tribute offered to our Highest Elohim. Tell man that only His Will shall be done. Therefore, every abomination-sin is completely forbidden in the new period on the new earth. Sing, oh Angel and tell of every period, in age-old rhetoric. Tell of everything that was, that it has already occurred over and over. Just like Lucifer, man is always and ever stereotyped. Therefore, to their betterment, they experience much discomfort in their hereafter.

Sing oh Angel, sing your song to me. Tell me of the New Period, which returns to primitive again. Yes, from the land to the hand, to the mouth, people work and are operative again. They replace outdated, old infrastructures, utterly creatively. So sing, oh Angel, sing your song now. Yes, with words that tell, finally man loves her Creator infinitely again. Tell of the new children who will enjoy their new earth unrestrained. Misuse of the planet are strictly prohibited by them.

Mother Earth’s surface will not be desecrated with the spilled seed of the abomination Sodomite again. Sing oh Angel, sing me a song. Tell me about Sion on the highest mountain peak. There where Wisdom soars on the wings of the holy wing. Look, on that day, a forgotten world-order will burn on the holy altar as merely a lost statistic. For a thousand years, Satan lies cast down, dormant, stagnant, completely passive.

Therefore sing, oh angel, sing your song to me. Yes, an honour-praise-song, brought from the mouth of every upright Israelite. A song to the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, offered to Elohim by their pure-bred offspring. Let the Jew, as well as the Cushite, let them know on that day that they can never ever enjoy this privilege of HIS children.