As I dey look, I si strong breeze dey blow kom from nort and tick kloud with tonda lite dey round am. Fire still dey der too and I si one tin dey shine inside di fire.
River with fire dey kom out from di throne. Pipol wey dey woship am, many well-well. Many-many pipol still dey wait to kom woship am. Den dem open di book, bikos dem won start to judge kase.
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.
Bikos my vexnashon don kause fire and e don burn rish di part wey deep pass for di grave kon distroy di eart and en plants, den e skata di mountins foundashon.
E let una hear en vois from heaven, so dat E go fit tell una wetin una go do. E make una si en great fire for eart here, so dat E go tok to una from der.
If anybody dey plan bad for dem, fire go kom out from dia mout kon burn dia enemy finish. And if any man dey plan bad for dem, na so too E go take die.