LISTEN TO THE SAD HOWL OF THE WIND
23 May 2016 Monday morning 06.15On a mountain in an undiscovered abyss the body of Moses is lying tied to matter for millennia, not able to rot or decay. So, listen to the sad howl of the wind over the body of an anointed being not able to find his way out of matter to the spiritual realm.
Look, through the flesh, yes the stench of intercourse, satan has conquered an entire generation and therefore the land of Sodom and Gomorra is tied in salt, acid and sulphur. So, listen to the sad howl of the wind around a salt-pillar that wanted to wipe away a last tear over two judged cities.
Look, once upon a time God’s power was tied in Samson’s hair, but here too the lust was victorious and the beauty of a hybrid woman made the strong man blind so easily and without any resistance. So, listen to the sad howl of the wind over a fallen ascetic, trapped under ruins together with his enemy.
Look, from her abomination-cup the whore of Babylon has poured for every worldling, and so the entire world storms over the eternal abyss without thinking of the hereafter. So, listen to the sad howl of the wind, yes, over large parts of Europe that will sink away under the sea.
Look, the sport – and entertainment god was victorious and the soul of the Boer is tied on the stadium or in front of the television. So, listen to the sad howl of the wind and this over the white fool who will never again find his way back to freedom or to his Father-home.
Look, the horizon is tinted red in Judgment and the moon is in a messy bundle, tied like a hairy sack and this while the big war is finding its way to every country. So, listen to the sad howl of the wind, yes, around corpses lying stinking everywhere.
Look, the church is lying tied in the mad sheen of tinsel, with the shine of thirty silver pieces devoured by useless nickel long ago. So, listen to the sad howl of the wind around church towers where congregations will never again find their path to the kingdom of God.
Look, man is walking cripple and stumbling around, yes tied in a lifestyle of enjoyable rollicking. So, lift the glasses in a toast and let everyone drink because just listen to the sad howl of the wind over an eternal fall to nowhere of the lost child of man.
Look, the haughty proud human is standing tied in his own haughtiness, so woe to the day when God finds His way to the earth again. So, just listen to the sad howl of the wind over the self-exalted forever tied behind the bars of hell and hades.
Look, Lucifer has always conquered man through the weakness of the flesh and therefore the body is lying tied in the decomposition of death. So, just listen to the utterly sad howl of the cold wind around tombstones that shines hauntingly in the pale moonlight.