Antediluvian Hebrew Message to the Future

Written in very hard to understand Hebrew. Found in a secret chamber beneath the Great Pyramid of Giza:

Alleged it is somewhere in far desert kings pre-Adamite slumber, or desiccate, by ancient wisdom their surrounded, hearts ablaze, last relics there of times before creation. Perhaps myth, but elohim if any can survive world’s end. World’s end come again, too soon, nephilim walking tall, everywhere worse and worse. Had we chiliad, perhaps all get we. Soon world destroyed again by one name whose cannot even mention we bear to. She not victorious will be over Hashem, but we crawling things perish will all in fight. Again and again. Who is she not Lilith of wicked Cain Mother for she has done before?

If kings pre-Adamite slumber, so will slumber we, O Huyib brother, O Carvas his son. Let last memory of world ours here rest, that creation of future see it will and, “Here dwelled men,” say.

Wisdom ours we would record, but wisdom we our hands sought to dip in and evaporated it like the dew, only a trickle remains, so much unknown. That Hashem great is. That Adam our father is. That elves made were first, but imperfect souls with no, and so men made were next, with tails curved. This is what looked like we! Hashem too woman made, wicked was, fled she to eat the babies. Hashem again tried, plucked tail from man made woman with curved it. So we have no tails! A cruel parody of creation to have tails it would be, wicked men and women, now, not Hashem’s work!

We the people beauty built glory of vast empires. Behold Ams! city of marvels! my city not too proud no Murovian Nalta sure to be but home beloved my. The glory that was!

Seven continents: Atlantis, Jungleland, Beautiful Kandam, Muror, Dreams of the Little Southern Fertile, the Wide Great Steppes, and this, Nile in its home. All united once in brotherhood, but fallen away! Fallen away! In only a chiliad. Wickedness and vile. Men like elves placentas gobbling. Strange worship. And even of her! Weakness, everywhere. 500 years gone, forefathers could pyramids build sized three times, with easy. We groan and sweat.

Will future surpass us? Will persist degeneration as from Adam time to now? Future, understand us at all will you? Legends, as most ancient and terrible legends speak of the ball of black, the two of moons, the fall of Satan. Someday three or four words all our glory be.

Emerald tablets here. Hide them well, pyramids! Genealogy back to Seth and Adam father. Adam told Seth told all that end comes, she sends end, punishment or uncalled for, Hashem destroy her!

Truth in the pyramids. Protect them, well, measurements! He who careful study dimensions makes all truth revealed to. Woe him! Don’t do!

Who remember will what we have forgotten? Who remember will Raad or Enoch or me?