"Your borders are broken... Down are your walls.Sorcery, witchcraft, and thieveries have flooded your soul.Pagan gods have possessed you.
The desire for riches has consumed you, O Great One,and as the tumor grows within the body, so is your cancer.The hemorrhage is vile, putrid...It is 'corruption'.The smell is offensive, yet intoxicating.You drink from the ooze and lick at the wound,and smile as you do so.
Far reaching, from east to west, north to south, your borders are broken, your walls are down,and the enemy has flooded your soul.
Come away from the uncleanness, My children...Come away from the disease.The epidemic is far reaching, and the spirit is thick, oozing.
Bags are prepared and boxes are stacked,stored and ready for use...
The death of a nation is written in stone.