Tomorrow at sunrise I shall no longer be here.

Nothing in the world can one imagine beforehand,not the least thing,everything is made up of so many unique particulars that cannot be forseen.

We need god to prosper those without him will not.

The body without soul is no longer at the sacrifice. At the day of death it come to rebirth. The divine spirit will make the soul rejoice seeing the eternity of the world.

Tomorrow at sunrise I shall no longer be here.

Come the millennium, month 12, In the home of greatest power, The village idiot will come forth To be acclaimed the leader.

From the calm morning, the end will come when of the dancing horse the number of circles will be nine.