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In a clear vision I see one after the other trade ship as well as a war ship and a lot of oil carriers that are being sunk. In various places, kilometre long destructive oil slicks are drifting, with terrifying consequences.
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In a terrifying vision I see how various governments, with the help of their municipalities, are not capable of handling their unprecedented numbers of deceased people. Corpses in different stages of decomposition are lying around everywhere, yes, as mere lifeless objects, and the living are stripping them of their shoes especially.
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In another spiritual scenario I see how street hearings become frequent. I see how people, just like in the middle ages, like livestock, are put on trial by communities that often consist of cruel gangs. And then the mostly innocent victims are executed on the spot in a gruesome way.
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I hear a voice that says: What are you carrying on your heart, that you want to ask? And I ask: Why do I suddenly get, after a period of silence, only visions and almost no revelations?
The answer comes: Look, the first ways are already in full swing and the second comes quickly. So there is nothing that can be done for mankind anymore. Wisdom is already mocked by man, in Her fullness she is now despised by the worldling.
Therefore heaven now adds action to the word. Evil is avenged by evil. Scorn answers scorn. So, therefore let the sun burn and harm man on every terrain. Simultaneously, let the masses perish in unprecedented cold. Yes, so that famine can run its path unhindered.
There is nothing that will stand in the path of pestilence and plague. The smoke of unprecedented volcanoes will go around the planet’s atmosphere. With tsunamis and terrible fires, floods, mudslides going wild.
A meteorite will come and underline everything, so that every thinking intelligence will know. With the measure you mete, so it is now measured abundantly for you. Yes know, it is only Elohim that will eternally reign righteously.
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From a deep, dark undertone. From where Satan lives together with his demons. Comes a dark rhythm, a hell-song that jeers all the inhabitants of the earth. The word thereof comes in a mocking idiom.
It says: There where Mongrel-Biden-Balaam lives, that country will not be excused from her next enormous death toll. Look, the vaccine develops her own unique crown and it controls the human growth hormone. Only after birth, many newborn babies develop into helpless morons.
From a deep, negative, dark undertone. There where hell ferments and steams in all her abominations. From there comes man’s bitter wage. In the new future, no mixed DNA is excused from certain death.
Through the hybrid-ideology, death was cloned in the woman from the beginning. Yes, since the time when Satan showed himself in lust, as forbidden fruit, to Eve. Therefore know, only that which is pure and noble, as person, is rewarded with the thousand-year kingdom of peace.
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I see expansive beaches flooded with dead fish and dead sea-life. I hear a voice that says: Too much or too little oxygen. Because of too little oxygen, certain micro organisms activate themselves into tremendous, uncontrollable growth.
With the result that far too much oxygen is secreted. In turn this has such a negative influence on the sea, that big parts of the ocean die due to this. Personally I understand little of this vision.
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I see a red man-arm with a strong clenched fist. Then giant jaws with big razor-sharp teeth bites the fist right off the arm. The jaws spits the fist into the ocean, and then it explodes in the depths of the ocean. This intense explosion causes a strange rippling, which causes a weak plate in the earth plate to give way. This in turn causes a severe earthquake with an accompanying tsunami.
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In a vision I see like a series of aircraft accidents, of which a few are shot down. I also see an aircraft accident caused by a suicide pilot.In another scenario I see two aircraft crashing into each other in the air, both explode with wreckage crashing down in a wide area.
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During the experience of another vision, I experience a severe distress as if I cannot breathe. I hear a voice saying: It is not only the people that will globally experience a shortage of oxygen. Look, the ocean, the atmosphere and many places on earth will begin to suffer because of a drastic shortage thereof. But look, a big explosion on the sun, with its own consequences and damage, will however largely also solve this problem.
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Oh, it is the month, the middle month of May. Satan has now completely misled the nations. Mammon seduced man in every material terrain and therefore man wants to stay in the illusion, cuddly arms of Babylon.
With a broken past already gone long ago. The chaotic present begins to slide into the dark pit of no future. Man has misused and chastised her home, the earth, on every terrain. Therefore homo sapiens will have to suffer tremendously on every terrain.
Look, the Sword of Retribution comes down and blood-ties are eternally separated. Yes, while once-loved ones divide further and further from each other in different doctrines. The path to the East is paved red with blood. While people and nations fight to death with each other.
America lies rotten, as one messy, political swamp. Her endless number of immigrants will graze over her last yields. Her image of liberal freedom had feet of weak clay all this time. In her big downfall, her pieces scatter across the entire American region.
With a broken past already long gone. A meaningless present begins to slide into the dark pit of nothing. I see the Red-, Black- and Grey Horse, on the command of the Rider on the White Horse, riding closer. And I know the Word has come to stay, for the survival of Jerusalem and Sion, for the thousand year kingdom of peace.
Therefore the razor sharp Sword, that cuts deadly and accurately to both sides, falls. All that is left is only the last battle, to fight to the bitter end. Therefore I pray, oh my God, please stay with me. Stand by me, so that I can avoid evil in each of its onslaughts. Give me the power to fight Your good battle. And in this way proclaim Your Great Name fearlessly before the entire world.
It is the month, the middle month of May and the hearts of the sealed ones are now circumcised, as Set-apart holy place for the Kingdom of God. Power from the highest heaven is now dedicated to them. Yes, so that they can fight the Good Battle, with full surrender, to victory for Elohim and neighbors, to the very last hour.
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In country upon country the funeral processions to the mass graves rule globally. In a vision I see the moon red like blood and the sky as black as soot. I hear the pretty young women weeping, greeting their men and children for the last time.
I hear a voice calling: Man must and will pay now. Therefore, let Death come to feed man with famine. Then I see the state taking other people’s property at will. I hear the world calling: Oh God, You must please just protect us.
Yes, in a vision I see the streets colored red with blood. I see the Boer with his courage broken. But I also see how YaHWeH stops her from falling and also how she stands up with new courage.
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In a vision I see NATO breaking in two and I hear a voice asking: Whose blood will be avenged first now? I see the euro and the pound soaked in acid and in this way breaking down into nothing.
Then I see the big economy looking sick and pale. I see Western children holding out begging hands. While their once-so-rich parents beg for a bread of grace.
I see Africa’s porridge pot standing empty. I see the widow quickly hiding her last bit of oil, bread and dough. Yes, in a vision I see the United Nations breaking into various pieces. And I know the final period and battle have finally started.
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I see how a dog eats another dead dog. I see the Antichrist reigning out of the so-called Christianity over the West and hopefully also the East. I see a dead world-lamp hurriedly lit and then the abomination-measure is meted generously.
I see a big demon that is called false Messiah, the liberal. Look, for a short moment he has the world thoroughly at his feet. Then I see the West agonizing cruelly in her own sweat. Yes, while the East eats her sheds and table completely empty.
Then I see the half-breed garment soaked in blood. I see the world-citizen now begging her now cruel planet for mercy. I see Europe as the big pathetic entity. But I also see the East in her enormous fall, accurately measured for her.
I hear a Voice calling: Oh prophet, you knew everything in advance. Therefore, see every falling scale now, measured for an evil mankind by heaven.
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In a mixed rainbow nation, black and white, multicolored. An abomination-world will never ever heal. Like once in Naboth’s vineyard, there on his land. The impure swine is sniffing around in the form of the mongrel. Yes, just like a dapple hyena, a scavenger on another man’s land.
From the lie-blasphemy-tongue the command came, make everything that was clean and straight, now skew and crooked. Make that which was wise, now foolish and stupid. Mix white and black and fly the grey flag. And woe oh woe, Sion then made a God-forbidden covenant with her enemy.
Therefore, the dark, burnt-out sun now rises over the Mason pyramid. In the ashes of Phoenix, the remainders of Mammon now smolders. Therefore the global distrust is now ignited everywhere. From Hebron to Lebanon, the black, ominous smoke column now comes across the entire world. Look, London lies in ash completely, with Europe mortally wounded.
Crawling, praying before the money-god Mammon. With his pathetic head in the lap of Babylon for consolation. The Boer in her trampled state, still stays a loose cannon. Everyone, yes everyone, from all sides, comes for her last bit of land in the big war of the God and Magog.
But listen to the Big Bastion calling for the golden, fresh dawn of the new day. And see, on the wings of te Big Eagle, the new Child of Revelation is approaching. Look, in Naboth’s vineyard, there on the blood-ground of the Boer. There the enemy of treason finally lies mortally wounded.
The abomination blood of the whore lies splattered under the hooves of the Grey Horse, thundering in its approach. Therefore, calls the mongrel for the last time, so that Raca can eat himself full on the flesh of the liberal whore, look, her pieces lie scattered everywhere.
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I see a pitch black crow cawing and calling: Oh croup upon croup, look, man is coughing blood. This while he also farts blood from his stomach. From flooded areas, Cholera also raises his pitch black hat. Yes, with death that wants to get it’s share here too.
I see plague upon plague and it breaks man’s courage. I hear the Knave of Spades, mocking and provoking he calls: Look, in unprecedented cold and heat, drought and flood. Everyone now grabs at their survival provisions too late.
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I see a world red-light brothel and on it’s signboard is written: With no pleasure, the realm of death is now one dark cave. Then I see a fruit tree budding out of season. Yes, with fresh produce rotting on the world market.
I see a luxurious palace, now just a hovel. And a big pleasure boat, broken into a miserable raft. I see, on Africa’s plain, a dead Englishman, Irishman and also a Scot are lying on the ground. Next to them there is a traitor that eagerly wants to stand closer as the patriot now. But all the time it is only against himself that he is devising his mean plot. He is decapitated under his self-built gallows.
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In a vision I look around me and I just see mothers weeping everywhere around me. I hear them calling: Oh sorrow upon sorrow, you that cuts through marrow and bone. Look, our enormously big problem is insurmountable. With nowhere a bit of blessing, it is just disaster raining down on us.
I hear them calling and asking: Oh God, where to now? I also see their men running away from the big, insurmountable world-problem. Yes, while they rather moan and groan under the burden of alcohol. I see how people, through murder and manslaughter, take food and provisions from each other. While they whisper full of guilt, I just wanted to borrow it from you. But your answer was, you have so little, tomorrow you have nothing.
I hear mankind pray just for a little blessing. But in stead of this, it hails down on them, in stone upon stone and of Mercy there is nothing at all. Everywhere around me I just see mothers weeping. In a big Exodus I see people fleeing and I just wonder where to?
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I see many colored women, talking and screaming extravagantly from every media platform. They call: Look, I will marry everyone of my choice, at will. Yes, with each one, with every race that I like at that moment. I will build a rainbow nation from my womb across the entire world. This while I will defiantly hold my hand in a fist towards God.
Then I see Death, sheltered among the color-feathers of the haughty peacock. And I know, the claw of the upright lion is held out towards her in Judgment. I hear how the heavenly hosts mocks her and I know that the gates of hell is already held open for those.
Therefore know, oh liberalist, you have messed up. Through your ridiculous world laws, the holy ones were trampled and bullied. Therefore, the eternity-gate is way to narrow for you. Al that is left to you is the grave, the one that you have dug so enthusiastically for yourself.
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In a vision I see delusion upon delusion, there where the pestilence travels wildly through governments. I see Death also standing in the White House. This while it will also visit Buckingham palace again. I hear the personnel asking: Where does it all come from?
I see how the grain perish under moth, rat and mildew. I hear the congregations anxiously asking the same question to the pope also: Oh where does it all come from? I hear them saying: The church reprimanded us explicitly agains the law and order of God. Now we have to try to understand the Judgment thereof without your help.
I see how Babylon lifts her red dress just like it befits a whore. But there is nobody that still wants to enter her. I see the false prophet wildly reprimanding the nations. Yes, to stand closer under his wing, for the mark.
But I also see at the end of his shortened period, how Gabriel hits wildly at him with his sword. Yes, so that Lucifer again will stand as prisoner for eons in the full density of matter. I know for sure that his evil ways have finally ended again. Then I see how Sion and Jerusalem keep on standing intact on one side and set apart for Elohim.
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In the war between strange bugs and aggressive ants. The people and nations are in a bloody fight against each other, just like storming bulls against wild, untamed tigers. In the last hours of the very last days, the precious harvest perish in burning sheds and the neighbors just observe, silent and numb.
The end-time writing is painted, in hell-figures, on dirty city walls. And all that is left, is the senseless babbling of mindless government managements. Oh just look at the world masses, in the world crush, driven on like brute animals. Pathetically they desperately cling to the last remainders of their enjoyment and pleasures. But around them their last once-so-reassuring infrastructures perish.
I have seen the abomination woman, on her forehead was a name, it is called the mystery of Babylon, which will not overlook or spare anybody. Yes, she that wants to serve herself with the blood of the Set-apart ones. She is eagerly looking forward to the blood of the witnesses of YaHWeshua. So she looks through the big world-window in order to be able to see their arrival better.
But on command of heaven, she however receives that which she deserves thoroughly. She falls into the eternal abyss, just to see the remains of her one-world-order, already waiting on her in hell. Yes, all the abomination-kings, their number was ten. And this was the age-old word of Elijah the Tisbiet. But only the Will of Elohim was done, from the distant past up until the present.
So, what do you halve, oh fallen Babylon, to still offer the nations? Your effort, oh Satan, was therefore once again in vain. Finally one of the twins falls down below, and it is the despicable Edomite. But Jacob-Israel, he will be able to enjoy the New Period of Peace fully. Look, the anointing oil was already poured over the sealed ones. Yes, with the Holy Place, Jerusalem, already measured with a reed.
Listen, Judgment is pronounced over the trampler, namely the Cusite. Across the plains of Africa the thundering accords of the death march comes. Yes, in the big war of the strange bugs against the aggressive ants. And the people and nations are in a bloody fight against each other, like mad bulls against mad, wild tigers. While the precious harvest perish in the flames of burning sheds. Look and see, everywhere the once-so-reassuring infrastructures are falling and collapsing.
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In the sad mimicry of the last music of the deadly sick ones. Comes the funeral song of graphs flying through the roof. But the governments are busy to shoot the facts down with lies.
So, what were you thinking, oh World Health council, to offer the dying sick ones, as last false hope? Except to prohibit their very last bit of freedom of choice.
So listen tot the song, of dull, dying stars, that try to shoot off spectacularly for the last time, and everywhere it is just mass graves that appear. Yes, across an enormously big area.
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Enough is enough, therefore remove the hand from the plow now. Through sweat and moil, the Boer decides, for long enough have I labored and plowed for nothing. Look, Raca has spit on the ground and therefore the land lies widely cursed.
Why did they curse the land and tested God through this? Therefore, open the Book, to investigate the Truth therein better. The hair of the arsonist stands wildly frizzed and the tractors and combines are standing still, rusted in decay. In the grain silos there is no harvest, while the Red Horse also snorts to indicate his hunger.
The towns and cities appear decayed and destroyed. In a new disease similar to a whooping cough, especially children begin to cough themselves to death, in blood. Yes, the Grey Horse also snorts and it is too late to evade the falling scales.
Enough is enough and the fisherman also stares aimlessly over his ship’s bow. On his deck lies a single rusted hook. With nowhere in sight even a single snoek. From his mast, instead of a flag, there only hangs a ragged cloth. On it is written a single request: Just a piece of dry bread, keep the cake.
Together with the dying Albatross comes the distress call of the fisherman. Just like our authorities, the sea now also begins to take our yield. So, enough is enough, therefore remove the hand from the plow now. For long enough the parasite sucked on the already dying, dry cow.
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I hear a voice calling and asking: Oh, which volk is set-apart? Another voice answers: The Boer volk, she was and still is set apart. I hear the first voice calling: Is the land of Israel also set apart? The second voice answers: No, the true Israel, the Boer nation, she alone is standing apart.
The first voice calls: What is apart? The second answers: One of a kind, that which belongs to Elohim, is set apart. So holy, holy is that which belongs to the One Set-Apart God. Yes, eternally separated from all idols. Holy, holy is therefore also His Eternal, Immutable, Set-Apart Word
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The stories of the nations and the people stand etched in the clouds. Yes, in the pictures of dragons, swords and daggers, it comes in the fairy tales of ‘olka bolka ribbetjie stolka.’
The world is crazy, completely mad. With shots being fired and all are hitting their targets. So the heads of the big ones begin to roll one after the other. Yes, because their decisions and promises stay completely empty and hollow.
The rivers become full, with cold winters, and a big shortage of wool. The vaccine causes the blood to clot more and more in the big quarantine, where nobody dance or party anymore. So stand closer with the lemon, ginger and garlic bulb. Yes, because the germ takes an increasing toll in its next round.
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In a vision I see the Black Horste standing. Unexpectedly he begins to sway and fall, and then her rolls onto his side. I hear a Voice saying: His load was indeed too heavy. Therefore the people now get that which they would ask heaven so defiantly.
Oh, if they rather were ashamed and behaved themselves before the Face of God. It would not have been necessary in this period to moan, groan and complain over everything. Therefore, let everything that is present in the scales now come and torment and bother them.
So, in your agony, call to your Mom and Dad in vain, oh human. All that will stand closer now, is only your own demons and ghosts, of all the abominations you would pursue so enthusiastically. In the same vision, I see the Archangels and they look after the welfare of the Black Horse. Yes, they help him to get on his feet again.
He is the source to let a certain scale come. He is the judgment measured on an immesurable ton, yes the pitch black sun. He is also the big war, in the falling bomb. He is the big, grey, dangerous smoke column. The destroyer of Edom, the already fallen Jewry. He is Judah the Lion, growling dangerously at the dragon.
He is also the protector of the Mount Sion, so that the clear Sun of Elohim can rise over her again. Let him that can see, now come quickly. And let him that longs for Wisdom also come. Yes, to sing together in the New Song of the Great Bastion.
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In a dream, and Angel stood before me, pure, pious and beautiful. He showed me the following. And I saw that the biggest creation begins in the smallest atom.
I also saw how easily man can be cloned in binding, into a demon. Therefore the world was now converted into a hell for them to live in. These devils are uniterruptedly busy to mock and jeer the Most High and His heavenly hosts. Therefore their abomination works will never ever be excused.
A monstrosity from the deepest hell is now cloned to the tripple six beast. Then an evil mankind will crown this monstrosity as their god. So the command comes from their midst: Worship now, oh people and nations, our idol icon.
Go and kneel before his throne, to show the necessary respect and submission. To enjoy the make-believe freedom to trade, this is the world-citizen’s miserable wage. But woe oh woe to the spiritual rebel that cannot show the mark of the beast, they will not be excused from persection. The cruel execution will also become the holy martyr’s wage of a few of them in the end.
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A reed was broken and the sun set over the Thames, now branched into four. The water was brackish and the soldiers gasped for air. With the Western kings now completely weakened, Europe was stranded like an old shipwreck.
The fig tree was withered, dead, with no fig on her branches. Yes, the reed was broken and the dying gasped for air. The big mass grave was wide and shallow and the sun baked down murderously. With man and animal weakened to the marrow and bone.
The tobacco was also wet, with no alchol in the wine barrel. In search of the world treasure, the path to it has dropped away into a deep dark hole. Pulled by a one-world-order hook, man screamed like a dying pig.
Tormented by a nail-lash and hit with a hippopotamus whip, the entire Christianity has now splashed apart. The reed was broken and science was just a stupid old charlatan. The West tried to desperately take Russia’s hand in comradeship. But they too were now covered by evil festers and warts.
The global path now becomes dangerously slippery and wet. Yes, with all the human blood now splashing across the entire world. The reed was broken and the sun set sickly and grey over London. An enormous earthquake weakened the city into a ruin. The last few inhabitants were homeless, without any infrastructures or shelter.
Everything was damp, rotten and wet, with the palace just one big hole. A greedy fortune seeker wanted to know, where is die big, golden treasue? This while he knew that he was just talking senseless crap. The world gasped, what oh what? But the earth shouted with laughter. Her tears of laughter splashed wide and look, the Thames was branched into four parts.
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Oh, who is so sleepy and who is really striking. A little more slumbering and a little more sleeping. For a long time already the country lies destroyed, stolen, stripped and hijacked.
Oh, who is standing there so cold and naked? Completely deserted by his own government and now also God? Look, there on one side the rich world-glutton is standing, busy vomiting his only and last bite.
A little more slumbering and a little more sleep. While hell in all her glory awakens on earth. Man got up completely too late, and can make nothing for his rescue or survival.
It is also completely too late for a ‘reset’ in the world-matrix format. So, who is the stupid liberal, that still mumbles a bunch of rubbish there in his eternal sleep of death? This while ten evil spirits are globally croaking and croaking with deafening sound.
Look, from the world-ranks, there is nobody left on whom poor mankind kan depend for rescue. Full are the rivers and full is the measure. With Russia that will now also perish in the economy.
A little more slumbering and a little more sleep. Oh who stays so sleepy and who is still lying and sleeping in his world-hangover? Yes, while its these ones that in reality are striking in their eternal task. The earth is busy cracking herself open. Yes, to get rid of the deadly scorpions of the Book or Revelation in this way.
Look, to entertain themselves, they sting mankind as much as they want, as often as possible, in unprecedented pain. Against the evil festers, coming from the vaccine, nobody has any cure or counsel.
So, a little more slumbering and a little more sleep. Look, except for the sealed ones, the wise maidens, nobody kept vigil. Only the wise, the obedient ones, are standing ready and prepared, while the rest of the world hate them with an unprecedented passion.
Look, from the ranks of the West the last chosen ones are taken back to the trampled holy place. Yes, already prepared for their holy transit. So, a little more worldly rest, in a bit more financial sleep, while the politicians, like wind up dolls, just carry on with senseless talking.
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A Godly Rod shoots from a Heaven Arc and everything evil and liberal is cruelly punished. The noble wheat is exhibited and on one side, tragically extracted, the useless chaff is burning. The moon becomes red and full, with the domesticated dog beginning to bark like a wild wolf.
While human blood splatters over the impure Sabath, deep below in the dark pit lies the unsaved, dead calf. The chemist’s useless ointment now appears covered with death-larvae. Look, out of the blue the sun suddenly exlipses in half without any scientific explanation or reason.
The world wine becomes sour in her barrel and the last bit of salt has already become insipid long ago. In scale upon scale, in punishment upon punishment, governments are cruelly hit with their own self-picked cane
So the political allies now begin to despise each other. Cancer-wart upon wart, now personally shake hands with the big bankers, kings and government heads. Hamman again hangs on his self-built gallows.
Elohim’s eternal time machine now moves at full speed. While the liberal philantropists call for the last time: In revenge, now also hide the sealed ones’ glorious, godly Seal under the beast’s pitch black blot. Yes, because the holy sacrifice has already been abolished for a long time now. But it is only an elongated howling cry there before his own open grave. The earth answers this with sinkhole upon sinkhole and the Angel of Death opens the deep, dark Hades grave.
The Holy Wind blows down below into the deep dark hole, the ashes of the burnt world-chaff. So, a Godly Rod shoots from a Glorious Heaven Arc. The Scales fall one after the next and they bring with them them the Big, Godly binding and eternal punishment.
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Through the Word, coming from the hairy robe. Very few wanted to know something about the Truth or the Wisdom. So there was once a prophet, with the name Poor Pateet. Yes, a despicable name, one that the haughty ones of the earth, confined in the deepest hell, would never forget.
Each one now measured with their own measure, the wage is carefully measured out. In the moaning of gnashing teeth, the worldling now stands in cold sweat. So endless cries of anguish come from this afflicted world now.
Yes, a terrifying noise which all dimensions immediately want to forget. Listen therefore to the seas that roars. While the angry wild winds blow. So the big fires also begin to move with haste everywhere, with volcanoes blowing off their own tops.
Death is boss, while the vultures prey. So the big ones, together with the rich, are standing with gnashing teeth, deeply astonished over their big fall. Once there was a prophet with the name Poor Pateet. The Spirit of God Himself was camouflaged in this unattractive, hairy robe.
Look, the Wisdom in this was hidden in code and could therefore analyze the future accurately. The prophet also did not lack the gift of clairvoyance. Therefore listen to the cry of distress of mankind. Yes, that tells of unprecedented sorrow upon sorrow. Know that the final binding of the period has now finally arrived.
Yes, just listen to the ocean roaring in tsunamis. See the untamed, unprecedented wild winds blowing everything away in its path. Look, and see the angel of fire rushing everywhere, destructively. And know Death is boss over the entire world. Yes, with the Vultures that carry on preying and preying in the big feast.
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From the mistery of non-matter, soldiers come marching through a time-slot, in the form of microscopic bacteria. Around the moon there was a purple-red circle and all the birds stopped singing without reason. The fish jumped out of the water onto dry ground. In needless prayer the hands were clasped together in vain. The stench of death now permeated everything.
Strange beings visisted the earth unexpectedly as heaven-guards. In a command to heaven, a strange request comes. Yes, from the old-old Isaiah and also the book of Jeremiah. It says: Man has tempted You long enough, Oh Elohim. Therefore it is time for the scales to come and visit them in Judgment.
Heaven answered: Oh for how long did I not hit you, oh chosen volk? But you could not and did not want to understand My chastisement. Through warning upon warning, I have reprimanded you over and over again. But you rejected My Word. With fangs like those of a predator slammed into my prophets. While you would be ashamed of Me, your God.
Therefore a heavenly messenger comes from a gleaming cloud as interpreter. Look, from this interpreter’s mouth a razor sharp dagger now comes. Yes, in a deadly message to the chosen volk. Together with this, the rivers will roar and the sea will swirl.
Therefore listen, oh last generation of this period. See the earth’s enormous frustration in the subsequent brutal quakes. Look, the once big, glorious city is now just dilapidated ruins. While the earth is hanging askew in her constellation. After this, nothing ever recovers, in any form of restoration.
Nowhere is there any electrical power in any form or manifestation. There is also no fuel in the now many empty filling stations. Except for a handful, the sun sets dark and black over everything Western and Caucasian. I hear the pleas of the volke and nations. They beg, oh God, please just give us the basic necessities. But it is eternally too late for this period’s last rotten generation.
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In a vision, a strange, wild being came to stand before me. He hit wildly around him with a big stick. Spit and froth together with incoherent words came from his mouth. He called, oh spirit of confusion, you, in delusion upon delusion. Therefore let the Big Confusion now go across all the continents.
So that all the big ones of the world, that would think they were so important. Can also perish in delusion upon delusion, in their lost world power. The wild being, like a rabid dog, let more and more spit and froth go out of his mouth. He hit wildly around him with his stick. The moon went from rust-red to a strange grey-green.
The people with the mark of the beast went in their millions across the planet, like brainless zombies, in complete madness. The angels called loudly: Even for us it is is too much to understand. So the end-time ways will quickly and fast go by, one by one.
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In a vision, an apple orchard was standing in full bloom. An big river in flood went through it. One fat cow stood on one of the banks thereof. On the other bank, a skinny and emaciated cow perished in rot. I looked back and the fat cow also perished like fog before the sun.
The blossoms on both sides of the river were now withered and the entire apple orchard stood scorched black, in withering. A pitch black crow went over it, cawing. The angel of Death, together with the angel of famine, stood wide legged over the dead orchard.
A Voice from the Book of Revelation called: One ration of wheat for your soul and three rations of barley for your body. Look, everything is already perishing under the onslaught of mite, moth, rot and rust. Yes, while the beast marks the rest as his property with his evil mark.
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In a deep, deep sleep I had a dream. In a clear vision I saw hell fermenting and steaming. I saw the world-human, now cloned into a hell-monstrosity. Without love, without common sense, without freedom, just a slave-moron.
Kneeling, crawling, priaying before an abomination one-world-order, as their idol-hell-demon. While the masses give praise and honor to them, this beast, as their abomination-icon. Simulaneaously they also mocked and jeered their Good Creator, without fear.
So they aggrieved and also denyed the Holy Spirit in them. Therefore they will not be excused from eternal hell. In a deep, deep sleep an unprecedented earthquake, that will hem the sun with a hairy sack, was shown to me.
The moon appeared like blood. The stars fell from the sky, like overripe figs from a windswept fruit tree. So, woe oh woe to every God-blasphemer and mocker that will stand before our Great Elohim’s throne on that day.
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In harsh words where people snap at each other without reason. Blood ties will not be mended again. Caught in world-citizenship, nobody lets his neighbor walk away free anymore.
While someone desperately gasps for his last breath, another desperately tries to escape from the world. Once- best friends begin to kick and trample each other. While once- beloved housemates cruelly drain each other’s blood. Yes, the heads roll, it is just cut off.
With bread extremely scarce, people who once loved each other, now steal each other’s last bit of porridge. In an unprecedented pestilence, where the sick gasp for air. The global mass grave now lies wide and shallow.
The world citizen is now just a slimey snail, and is dragged around on an iron hook. Mongrel and world-pig mate with each other in the big global park. This while hell claps hands over this. A Messenger calls: Oh, how heavy the end-time load. Look, the fence-sitter has waited way too long.
Not cold nor warm, it is nor day, nor night, and the pitch-black death-flag is hanging half-mast. So listen to the loud bang and see a deep, dark moat around Israel. Two people were lying in bed waiting on an answer. But only one of them was regarded as good enough.
Another two looked lovingly into each other’s eyes. Just a little later they just despised each other in everything. Through the sword of division, good is now now cut away from bad. People who were loved ones, now begin to kick and trample each other, and blood-ties are never mended again.
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The world population is standing deeply amazed. One day boss, the other day servant again. Is it only the world-rulers who are keeping on making such a noice?
Like a bullfrog inflating himself. A new king comes and he thinks he is just the English lord. But look, in the castle a golden vase breaks, and the house of commentary reacts with a big noise.
Politics in Europe begins to blow herself into pieces. While the East uses this to hasten their coming war. In unprecedented shortages, countries now begin to prey on each other. But alas, the end-time whistle has blown way too early for everyone.
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I hear a lion roaring and a voice muttering. I see a man and he is mute. In sign language he tells there is something coming in Turkey. I ask him about it, but suddenly he acts dumb.
I hear a lion growling and a deep, dark voice muttering. I look up and see a drone or is it perhaps a strange balloon? But look, it is a smoke column coming out of Turkey.
I see a big squadron. But just before the border of Turkey it tuns around. I hear a lion growling and the voice muttering. The voice belongs to the big ones, coming closer now, hungry for power. Their command is: The war does not have to come now. Look, pestilence and vaccine will soon kill the unsolicited masses.
But again I hear the lion growling: Besides the big earthquake coming soon, war is also coming indeed. So, save the fuel, gallon by gallon. Turkey recons she was glued to a rotten West for long enough.
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I hear a child crying sadly. There where he is trying to hide in a storm drain pipe, alone and scared. I see the country is scorched black and it is filthy. Yes, just one deep, ominous, dark pit.
I hear the ho-ho cry of the wise old owl. He calls: Oh what is left, that you can still trade for your soul? I see an old dilapidated house. Around it there was once a beautiful city, now just a rubbish heap of useless gravel.
I hear rivers becoming silent in their roaring and I know somewhere something is not right. I hear the wind howling sadly, there around the ruins of a church tower, with a fallen weathercock and cross. Desperately I hammer on a door with my fist, but alas, the young people have moved to another country.
I see a volk with her DNA mixed. Yes, many of them, the maiden is no longer beautiful and chaste. I hear a big roaring, in the flames of a burning farm, shed and homestead. I see a Boer woman weeping sadly for the last time there in her cosy kitchen.
I hear a scared Boer child softly crying, heartbreaking. There where he is trying to hide in a drainage ditch, trembling. I look around me and see the land is filthy, stolen empty and looted empty. Look, in the squatter camp they murder each other over the booty.
I hear the knave of spades whistling softly and I see the once proud Boer as a pack animal, just a useful mule. I see a bankrupt bank with an open, empty safe. All the mines have already moved. In a plague, rats and mice are running through the farmlands.
I hear a bang and I see a broken flower pot. And next to it, a volk with an empty stomach. I see an old warship, in an attack it dives down to the seabed as a wreck. I know the taxpayer is properly robbed and outsmarted out of his existence.
I see a roof with a dark hatch. I look through it and see a terrible thunderstorm in a big roaring. Raca dances his wild dance around a burning alien shrub. He is wearing an old-woman dress and on his head is a dirty old wig. While he now stench disgustingly like death.
I now hear all Africa’s children cry and their mothers complaining : We have used up the last food. Yes, I hear all the people complain globally: Just look how empty our stomachs are. But the earth mocks and says: For long enough you have exploited me shamelessly.
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I see an angel taking a measure and I know there comes much sorrow worldwide. In the meagre diet, man has indeed forgotten of good times when they did not want to know anything about God.
I see dirty children eating their own feces. I know that the governments will quickly forget about them during famine. I hear a stretched out cry of pain and I see that globally everyone suffers from the same pains.
I see Biden having cold sweat and I know his cycle is becoming complete. I see the old queen clinging to life like a nit. But her time is also already meted. I see an angel taking a measurement and I know that the sheds and silos wil soon stand completely empty.
I see a group of people moving aggressively forward. And I know the governments consulted wrong information. I see hospitals standing neglected, dirty and empty. And I know that the pestilence now reigns as authority. Therefore nobody is cared for or nursed anymore.
With no flower measured, the Baker is standing without flour or dough. In an unprecedented cold where everyone shivers and trembles, man knows that the unexpected winter is a bitch. I see an angel measuring and an eagle soaring around with a scale.
I hear mankind calling: Oh God, we want to live. But through the vaccine, death is already weaved into each cell of their body. In the meagre famine diet, man has little to live on anyway.
I see the end-time-measure is already meted. I see dirty children eating their own feces. I know that the governments will quickly forget about their citizens.
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With the weather so extreme, so bizar, there is little saved for the shop shelves. In the storm-wind that does not want to subside. Onprecedented rain and hail deliver it’s deep objection day after day. Yes, with the monsoon that just delivers more rain upon rain. So the East has just gathered moldy, rotten, moist grain in her agriculture.
Palpitating in the main artery, a new germ begins to frolick in the blood of livestock. With a new tetanus virus that joins it for support. The ox is finished and the goat is skinny. Man now quickly becomes sick and dreary of their meat.
The citrus harvest is meagre, with disease everywhere in the orchard. Prices rise and fall, from wool and cotton to mohair. In the middle of Africa, there at the equator. Yes, there where the Congo borders her neighbor countries.
Beyond Nigeria, to there where the Nile gathers water in Ethiopia. There begins the genocide in xenefobia, and reveals herself in mass-death. So woe oh woe to all the masses there. Look, they are all in mortal danger.
The people flee from here to there and nobody knows where to go for safety. The ships of the ‘big’ ones begin to sail on the sea. While they greedily stare at the Africa continent. But the Pure Heaven Maiden has already given birth and this continent is preserved for Jerusalem and Sion, for the thousand-year kingdom of peace.
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The Knave of Spades laughs loudly and rudely. He calls: Oh look, I am tough and rough. Therefore, oh dust, return to dust now. While your will honor me, Death, with your world praize.
Look, the germ-throne now jumps on his riding horse, namely the vaccine. He gives him the reins, he races wild and wide, straight to every graveyard. Yes, with the scary-clod-clap sound exploding incessantly on many coffins. Listen therefore, oh world-fool, before you too will also go and rot in the mass-grave. Look, the entrance to hell leads through a deep, dark cave. To a dirty, dark land, where no fruit tree will ever bloom.
There where lost souls shuffel in circles to nothing and nowhere. In that place, gnashing without the luxury of tears or just a little snot. There the Knave of Pades laughs loudly and rudely. While the light of sun, moon and stars dim, terrified.
In the heaven-court of the big cosmos. There Death calls, as the prosecutor. Turn back to dust now, oh useless human. Look, your entire planet is sick and without food. The earth-crust is unstable and brittle. Yes, with her forests naked, deforested.
Man together with man, woman together with woman, liberal the homosexual reigns against all God Order. So, let the population growth of the world now explodes into nothing. Look, this last generation will all return to dust.
The Knave of Pades laughs loudly and rudely. He perfume smells like dead rat. While everything, just everything around him, yes from vegetables, fruit, dairy, meat to grain, rot without reason. The germ-crown jumps onto his grey horse, He proudly calls his riding horse, my Vaccine.
He races wild and wide, from East to West, from South to North, on a wild gallop. He casts the lot, while death clots in more and more veins. So woe oh woe to the day of big pleasure of the world-patriot. Look, the mocker-idot who would stand sou defiantly, so provocatively before heaven and God. Therefore know, oh worldling, the almond tree has finished blooming for you.
Yes, Covid now grabs man aggressively by the neck. While he lures mass upon mass into the grave. In the empty world-cot, infertility now lies as illusion-baby. Famine makes herself at home in the empty porridge-pot. And across the entire world there is nothing that will go right anymore.
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In a vision I experience a scene that I hope and pray I never have to repeat and ever see again. I see the most severe price ever that a soul has to pay for an irreparable mistake. In the grey, dirty twilight, there where suiciders dwell around without direction or reason, aimlessly. There they have to, because of the self-destruction of their precious life, repeat the cause and act of their suicide, in a never-ending state, for eternity.
Look, everything but everything in this indescribable hell feels eternally fatal to the suicide. In the middle of Hades, in a dark, infinite, self-destructive hall. In the middle thereof is a gruesome suicide pole, mounted on a horrible gallows. Displayed on this pole, there hang countless suicide souls, that also have to repeat their suicide act here, terrifyingly.
In a place next to this, I hear one after the other gunshot that tears through heart and brain. While these souls pray without stopping, that this condition must dissapear. But this too is just repeated over and over again.
I also see those that fall to their death in repetition while screaming. I also see the suicide-poison-cup, where the maggots mill incessantly through the intestines of the suiciders. I see cut wrists, where these self-destroyers, sitting in blood reaching to their necks, have to pay for the misdemeanor against themselves.
In the suicide hell the guilty are standing cold, hungry and naked. Worst of all, in their Godforsaken state there is no hope that an angel would come and take them to heaven some or other time.
Through gnashing and weeping I hear voices sadly speaking. They call and say: Deserted by God, we long to experience the precious life, in whatever state, just for a moment again. Yes, that which was once too much for us, we will now go and get with love and determination.
While my eyes wander for the last time over this terrible scene. I ask myself, how is it possible that any living consciousness could fail himself / herself so bitterly? Then I ask the Spirit to take me out of this vision. There is no words that can verbally describe this terrible state.
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I hear the soul of an executed murderer that sings: From mighty king, to humble street sweeper. Everyone dance, the last dance, with the Grim Reaper.
I see a noble fish out of the water and I know that the child of God now knows that he is not from this world.
I see a predatory fish in the water and I know that Satan will not rest before the Illuminati has wiped out the world-population.
I see a global fire that nobody can extinguish anymore. But still the liberalist waits, still in the end completely unfazed.
I see a suicide rope already knotted in a slider noose, on this the same stupid world-liberalist is hanging.
I see a thick, dark fog hanging around Italy and I see the Grim Reaper, standing with legs wide and contemptuously and laughing mockingly he pisses on the vatican.
I hear how the pope desperately tries to soothe the masses. And I know big volcanoes now become active to wipe out masses.
I hear a voice calling: One plus one, is a lost optimst. Two plus two, is a world-drunkard, with his wine fermented for much too long. Soon millions will sink deeply below in a pitch-black coffin.
I see an injection needle, like an arrow from a bow it just misses me with a millimeter. Simultaneously I see how the vaccinated kiss the angel of Death with an open mouth.
Again I see the noble fish, full of life, out of the dirty water. I know that the child of God now knows unwaveringly. Yes, well equipped, they know that this is the end of the period.
I see a dauntless man, as patriot he is totally for his volk and nation. And I know that this pure man is a Russian.
I hear the soul of an executed murderer that sings. His words go like this: From mighty king, to humble street sweeper. In our end, we all dance, with the Grim Reaper.
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I see three strange beings building a little game around a riddle. The first one calls: Eenie, meenie, miney, mo. Are you a man or a woman? Is your little life-lamp bright or is your little lamp burning weakly? Look, the worst time is here, and the second will come soon.
The second one calls: Eenie, meenie, miney, mo: The sky is grey and the day is grizzly. Buckinghampalace’s treasure rooms were built with human blood. The queen took from other nations whatever she liked. The priests kept the children for their sexual enjoyment. Therefore England has already dug a very deep grave for herself.
The third one calls: Eenie, meenie, miney, mo. All this time Germany thinks she is a grand peacock. While she views herself as the very best. In her liberal haughtiness, she has messed up completely. Therefore she is offered first to the abomination-beast, as sacrifice.
I see three strange beings building a riddle around a little game. All three call simultaneously : Eenie, meenie, miney, mo. From the start, the cruel lot was held out to the Boer volk as the first rainbow nation, she was shown as example for all nations. But first in, the Shelter in the wind is kept for the New Period. Look, the entire world will see the small remnant in her holy, set apart status.
So, eenie, meenie, miney, mo, therefore all the falling scales are offered globally out of South Africa. Yes, for the fall and trampling of this little volk, the entire world will deeply regret it.
So, is your little life-lamp, oh worldling, still bright or is your little lamp already burning very weak?
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In a strange heaven choir, where the heavenly hosts lost themselves in the beauty thereof. Yes, in the words thereof, which captivates the entire creation. Comes the song that the martyrs wanted to hear for so long.
From the king’s-roar of four white maned lions, the Holy word comes in old, pure Hebrew. Two witnesses, the one a pitch-black sparrow, the other a snow-white seagull. Both give a loud cry and the planet is covered in snow for a period.
Let those that want to know therefore hear clearly. Of unprecedented mercy for the sealed ones, stored for the new period. Let those without spiritual-hearing, let them not hear the words of the pure song.
Look, the battle was fought and the world has lost. Their sorrow and grief come as a pair, yes in a double measure.
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O, Abba Father, You are my Love, You are my Hope. You are priceless, which no gold or money can buy. First baptized with water, then with Your Spirit. Reborn, I want to walk together with You on my eternity-path, to my new future.
Through Your Precious Blood I was redeemed. Therefore I am completely free from my sin-burden. Abba Father, You are the Eternal Love, You are my Hope and also my Faith. You are never deaf to the cry-for-help-prayer of a poor sinner.
While Your heavenly hosts praize and laud You exuberantly. With Your great Father-love, You bridge the widest and deepest gorge for a small human child. To Sion You have engaged Yourself long ago. Yes, You have promised Your precious allegiance.
Therefore, let Your Melchizedek Order praize and laud You together with the entire creation and Jerusalem. You always are, over Your great creation, our Only El and Head.
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Just listen to the unfair judge bringing his abomination-verdict. See the black cloud of unrest and crime spreading across America. In a spiral that circles down below, closer and closer, this continent is brought to her knees.
They came to their senses too late, and it is now the beginning of unprecedented Judgment that will permeate America on every terrain. In a song that the angels sing about the injustice of Chauvin. An enormous scale of unprecedented madness is brought over America. Yes, over an abomination-justice-system, permeated with treason.
Satan’s vomit is released over all of America. The righteous will also suffer under that which the liberalists brought over them. In all the American states, death is explored to it’s roots. Infrastructures of steel and concrete now turns into weak foil and tin. And infrastuctures collapse without reason everywhere.
Earthquakes begin and appear in a deadly string. While inextinguishable fires spread wider and wider. With tremendous storms permeating states. Hands are now clasped together in prayers, in vain. In Arizona where roulette tables spin around aimlessly. Unprecedented drought will overcome big regions, to win it for herself.
So, listen to the Justice systems bringing abomination-verdicts. See the big Heaven Judge bringing justice to a rotten world. Yes, to the abomination-predatory-fish-emblim in the world-order shark fin. They came to their senses too late, and it is the beginning of unprecedented judgment that will permeate both Americas. Therefore know, it is the end of a period, for a new Beginning.
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Once received with a welcome, then landed illegaly, the illegal immigrant now lies completely stranded far from his own land. Look, the Africa-immigrant has already been well equipped with the begging hand for thousands of years. As punishment for Europe, they have now landed on her soil.
But in recession and then in depression, first with too much and then with too little cash. There is no market value in the pound, euro, dollar or rand. Therefore the illegal immigrant now becomes crime’s cold-blooded, violent henchman everywhere.
With overworn world-order-masonry, the orchestrated politics now becomes worn-out. The hourglass stands empty without sand. The European countries have no internal resistance and on top of that they are without spirit or mind. Through blood-interbreeding with others, they stand audacious before God.
The European citizen, now just a child of shame, therefore has to burn in his self-created fire. Therefore the illegal immigrant will not tolerate these former citizens on their own land anymore. France, Holland, Italy, England and every other stupid European country: Look, your once- so snow-white cake now stands decorated, covered, with pitch-black fondant.
For a long time already you can no longer resist or withstand your intruders. Far from their own country, stranded in your country, the once-illegal immigrant now makes your country his property. Soon you and your children will sit without refuge and you yourself, as refugees, become the illegal immigrants.
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Bring, oh shelter in the wind, your song that brings so much nostalgia. Among everyone you were reckoned as so insignificant. You were displaced from your heritage, your land. From the bitter cup of slavery you had to drink. With your hands and feet cuffed, without freedom you were bound.
Sing oh Sion sing your song now together with the Cool Evening Breeze. Yes, your song ithat brings so much nostalgia. Look, your tears are brought as precious pearls before the throne of Elohim. As a volk you lie murdered, mutilated. In your sorrow where the world refuse to think about you; you, oh Boer volk, lie deeply sunk away.
Bring oh bring, oh little Boer child, now your song that brings so much nostalgia. While Raca gallivants madly around you, dancing. With his fires burning closer and closer around you Look, his cup is nou filled with his own blood. Yes, with the coastline of Natal that will suddenly sink away under a tsunami.
Therefore sing, oh shelter in the wind, your song that brings so much nostalgia. Know, despite your fall, you were never insignificant before God. Look, from your midst, Silo brings Sion’s wedding ring to her. While the bridegroom beckons his bride closer, so friendly. An angelic choir’s peace-song begins to permeate the creation.
Sing loudly therefore, oh Boervolk, your once-nostalgic song – now your victory song. Your enemy lies at your feet, bound by God Himself. Because you, oh little shelter in the wind, were God’s darling child since eternity.
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Our Father, You protect us and keep us save, even if times are hard. The flour runs out, and the oil is almost finished. The weather is extreme and dangerously heavy. Look, the weather does not want to subside anymore, everywhere.
Soon the Nile will lie dammed and the Devil will sail into the East. Ethiopia’s inhabitants and children are hungry, they are so sick and skinny. This while the unrest will just add to more chaos.
Soon the pestilence will kill unprecedented numbers in Africa. Evil now lies wide and fallow and the Dragon swears revenge. He adds action to the word and no civilian can depend on his government anymore.
In the very bitter aftertaste, where hordes now strike over everything. With complaint upon complaint which do not concern the authorities at all. There a liberal media just carry on talking and talking, senselessly and boringly. Look, for Biden it also becomes late very soon and in his madness he becomes obsternate.