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I see fire upon fire, and I hear a voice calling. This is now ungratefulness. I see the world-bank landed upside down on its roof. I see the property market, unexpectedly it is totally stranded. I see the West bold-faced but stupid, without any brains.  I hear the East calling. Once the West was somebody, but now they are nobody. Look, with her we will never ever make a trade agreement again. I see flame upon flame, in fire upon fire.

Self-destructive it comes in flank upon flank, from all sides. With no solution that is resistant against this, I hear a voice calling. Soon all cash will also be finished. In debit and credit, everyone trades with a mark from their forehead or hand. In South Africa the Rand also unexpectedly runs away like useless ash in the sand. With nowhere any work vacant, there is no food to be thankful for. I see, in flame upon flame, car tyres burning.

Across this country, I see the one-world-order rainbow disgrace. It is stretched right across it, from side to side. I hear a voice calling. For that which was once pure and white, now filthy in stench, born as the child of shame. With this God will never ever forge a strong tie again. So, bring the flame and let it all burn. From every wind direction it runs across the entire country. I see flame upon flame and in famine the precious grain now also ignites.  I see an empty begging hand, with no bread in it to thank God for.