But Yu, my Oga God! Yu go send wiked pipol go di pit where distroshon dey. Doz wey dey kill pipol and doz wey dey lie, go kwik die, but as for mi, I go trust di Oga, wey bi my God.
Wen una kry for help, make una juju kom save una. Na one small breeze go karry dem go! But pipol wey trust mi go stay di land kon woship mi for my temple forever.”
den una go si di joy wey go follow una as una dey serve mi. I go make dem honor una for di whole world and una go enjoy di land wey I give Jakob wey bi una grand-grand papa.” Na mi wey bi God tok all dis tins.
Oga God sey, “True-true, Judgement day dey kom; e go kom like strong fire. All doz sturbon and wiked pipol go fall and dat day dem go burn die. Both dia rut and branches go burn finish.
But as tins bi so, dem dey espect kountry wey betta pass dia own and e dey kom from heaven. Naim make God nor shame wen dem dey koll am dia God, bikos E don build big town for dem.