So make una look heaven and eart! Di heavens go vanish like smoke, di eart go tear like old klot and all en pipol go die like fly. But wen I diliver am, e go last forever. My viktory, na di final one.
Di day wen God go kom, go bi like wen tif dey kom for nite. Wen E kom, di heaven go disappear with loud nois and di stars for up go melt, di whole eart and evritin wey dey inside, go vanish.