8 So I stay dea, da guys run away, an I da ony one dat see dis importan ting dat stay jalike one dream. I come weak. I even look jalike I stay wipe out. I no can do notting.
Den somebody dat look jalike one guy touch my lips. I open my mout an I can talk one mo time! I tell da one standing in front me, “Boss, cuz a wat I wen see, I no feel good inside, an I no can do notting!
Me, Daniel, afta I see all dis, I come weak an come sick fo days. Den I get up an do my job fo da king. I stay bum out cuz a da dream, az cuz da dream blow my mind.
I see da goat go afta da ram an he come mo an mo mad. He wack da ram an smash da two horn. Da ram not strong enuff fo do notting. Da goat throw um down on top da groun an poun his feet all ova um. An no mo notting can stop da goat fo make lidat to da ram.
Wen I hear all dat, my body stay shake. My lips shake cuz I sked. My bones come weak. My legs shake wen I stan. But I goin res easy An wait fo da time God goin punish dem, Dose peopo dat attack us.
You know wat? Da time goin come, an almos stay hea now, wen all you guys goin bag, an scatta all ova da place. Erybody goin go his place, an I no goin stay by nobody. But I no stay by nobody, cuz my Faddah stay by me.
o hear all da awesome stuff God wen show me. But fo me no get one big head, I get one ting dat stay jalike one messenja from Satan. Hurt jalike one sharp thorn inside my body. Dat ting make me suffa plenny.