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Under a flag of red, black, and green. An abomination Mason-order commanded, reconciliation-reconciliation! After this, in millions upon millions, everyone is then called your brother. But an angel begins to call it by name openly. He calls: Jacob-Israel, what have you done to yourself now? Look, in brains and wisdom you were stupid and green. The grey matter in your head is like the inside of a rotten pumpkin.

Through this, you pushed yourself into a corner. You stand helpless and piss yourself, dripping wet, just like a sissy. Through this, you have cursed yourself and you have forgotten, God Himself has given you the password once upon a time, in anathema curse. Therefore, Elohim now came to examine your heart and kidneys. But with nowhere a bit of manly courage, there is nothing that is still pure-noble in your Boer blood.

Look, your name therefore disappears from His eternity-book. So, bring oh judgment angel, bring the storm and the flood now. Scorch the fields, towns, and cities into pitch-black soot. Yes, so that there is nothing left for them to feed on. Look, from East to West, South to North, the big funeral procession is moving everywhere. The Boer must pay for all his sins in bitter sorrow now.

Yes, he must know, once upon a time he was among God’s precious, chosen ones. So, break their last courage now, oh angel. This volk has tempted their Only, Set-apart God defiantly in Balaam-mixing. And while the period is now quickly speeding to her end. God Himself strikes a big part of His once chosen volk with the anathema curse.