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.
Bikos una dey boast sey una don follow deat and dead body enter agriment. Una dey sure sey wahala nor go near una wen e kom, bikos una bilive sey una lie-lie word go save una.
Make Yu vex well-well for di nashons wey nor gri woship Yu and doz wey rijet Yu, bikos dem don kill and distroy yor pipol finish kon turn awa land to desert.”
Wen una don do all dis tins wey I hate finish, una go kom stand for my present inside my temple kon dey sey, ‘Wi dey save!’ Una tink sey una really dey save wen una dey do all di tins wey I hate?
Yor eyes too dey holy to si bad tins and Yu nor dey like si pipol wey dey do wiked tins. So wetin make Yu dey sorry for dem? Wetin make Yu kwayet wen wiked pipol dey distroy pipol wey good pass dem?