All dat goin come wipe out, But you goin stay foeva. All dose tings, dey goin come poho. You goin change um jalike clotheses, An dey no goin stay no moa.
All da stars inside da sky goin come jalike dey rotten. Da whole sky goin roll up, jalike peopo roll up one paypa. All da stars goin fall down, Jalike da leaf fall down from one grape plant wen stay dry, An jalike da dry up fig fruits fall down from one tree.
Me, Da One In Charge, I da One do all dis stuff, An me da One dat pau do wat I start fo do! Was me, Da One In Charge, wen tell da firs peopo fo come, An all da ones dat wen born afta dem too, An me da One goin tell da las ones wen dey pau!
Lissen up! Dis one spesho message from Da One In Charge! He da King fo da Israel peopo! He pay da price fo get dem outa trouble! He Da One In Charge, Da God Ova All Da Armies! Dis wat he tell: “Me, I da firs One, An I goin be da las One. No mo anodda God afta dat, ony me.
Fo shua, Da One In Charge a me, he help me. Cuz a dat, wat guy can show me Dat I wen do someting bad An I need fo you punish me?! No mo nobody! All dem guys dat stay agains me, Dey had it, jalike da boros clotheses. Da moth eat um up.
Look up to da sky. Look down at da earth. Da sky goin go way, jalike smoke. Da earth goin come boros, jalike da boros clotheses. All da peopo on top da earth goin mahke, jalike small bugs. But I goin get my peopo outa trouble all da time. I still yet goin do wass right fo da peopo, all da time.
Cuz dose odda peopo no goin stay long time, Dey goin be jalike clotheses da bugs goin eat. Dey goin be jalike wool kine cloth dat da moth worm goin eat. But I stay do da right ting all da time. I get my peopo outa trouble, Dem, an dea kids an grankids, foeva.’ ”
Wen God tell, “One mo time,” he mean, da stuff God make befo time, he goin shake um, an den he goin take um away. Den da stuff dat no shake, ony dat stuff goin stay foeva.
He tell, “Write down inside one book da stuff you goin see, an sen um to da peopo inside da seven churches, da ones inside Efesus, Smyrna, Pergamum, Tyatira, Sardis, Philadelphia, an Laodicea.”
Den da One I wen see tell me, “Da messenja guy I wen sen fo help da peopo dat come togedda fo church Smyrna side, write one letta to him, an tell um dis: “Da One dass firs an las, da One dat mahke an den come back alive, dis wat he tell: