Dem go bi like house wey pesin hide put bikos of heavy rain. Dem go bi like wota wey dey rush for desert; like big rock wey en shadow kover empty land.
Before dis time, I bi like lamb wey dem won go kill, even doh I nor know anytin. I nor know sey na mi dem dey plan dis kind wiked tin for. Dem bin sey, “Make wi kut di tree naw wey e still dey fresh; make wi kill-am, so dat nobody go remember am again.”
But my God, Yu know all dia plan to kill mi. Nor forget di wiked tins wey dem dey do and nor forgive dia sin. Make dem die for yor front and make Yu ponish dem as Yu dey vex.”