Political Law XXI: Bankruptcy Log Book Part 4: A prayer for insolvency dense heavenly judgment
Court clerk INNENherzen
Which only hurt us debtors
On these cakes
that we locate
We say with pain
But from the heart
Not the brightest candles burn there
They who die no longer know the light
Unmoved, even when children cry then
When dad can’t pay anymore
Then divorce, job gone & other torments
It all happens
Because the “state” orders it that way
Your account will be blocked at once
Do you know what the administration of justice is worth?
No money to fix
For those who still wanted to live
All standing orders blocked
From the one who walks easily on vacation…
A “hero” who gets it while being here
For there are rents to be paid on earth
Despite feminicidal bankruptcy rate numbers
Well, everyone is just doing their job
I may praise that in heaven
For at least in heaven I certainly have a legal function
& beckons my lawyer’s wages there
Henry before the Last Judgment
Court clerk, don’t you forget that…
You will remember that forever
When strife angels direct you to YOUR father
Now you are judges and prosecutors
Soon I’ll be the real Reichsjäger
Because Diabolus is finally breaking up
Like Lucifer, nothing is too difficult
This is how Satanas makes mad rage fun…
But executing Satan is too bloody for me
True justice in divine order, that makes me brave!
So without frustration…. Heinrich became Diabolus
Because Diabolus means THE ACCUSER
He is the cloud hunter of dullness of mind
All brain-light & systemic file “vases”
Are blown away in the storm wind
May I rejoice in heaven
I fight in this side of my loyalty
All THREE devil broadcast characters
Is it for me to manage among you
Because the devil is just doing his job
Ask old Job in his fearful praise of God
He has also made a comeback
Against godlessness with excitement
We see, even in the tribulation
Don’t beg for mercy
It is important to see the situation as such…
& to persist in God’s mission to salvation
Against the vain bosses in bureaucratic mockery
God’s reward beckons like Job
A toast to general consolation
In this crisis of torment, no one is entirely alone
Even Pilate’s henchmen already see
The whole thing now has world dimensions
So God salute + gun at foot
Amen
Everyone, good or bad, a blessed day of the Lord
Peace be with us
Vincit veritas, ahoy!