“Dia tit bi like swod and dia mout sharp like knife. Dem dey distroy poor pipol komot from dis eart and pipol wey nor get food to chop, dem dey kill dem trowey.
But nor-tin wey pipol use against una, go fit distroy una; una go ovakom evribody wey dey akuiz una. Dis na wetin pipol wey dey serve Mi dey enjoy and I go defend and make dem win.” Na so God tok!
God sey, “Dis pipol bi like sojas wey don ready dia bows. Dem always dey ready to lie, bikos of dis, dem don get pawa for di land, but na wayo dem take get am. Dem don do many bad tins and dem nor dey tink of mi wey bi dia God.