Da peopo spirits talk loud, an tell, “Eh, you Da One In Charge! You get all da powa! You spesho, an you tell da trut! How long mo we gotta wait till you come fo judge all da peopo hea on top da earth an punish dem? Cuz dey wen kill all us guys!”
Da tings peopo tell Get da powa fo kill odda peopo, O fo make um come alive. Da kine peopo dat like fo talk plenny, Wateva dey tell, goin come back to dem.
Some peopo talk, but dey no tink firs. Az jalike dey stab you wit one knife. But da peopo dat know wat fo do erytime, Wen dey talk, make peopo feel mo betta.
Dey make ready fo tell Tings dat hurt plenny, Jalike dey stay make dea swords sharp. Dey tink how fo talk bad An make eryting come bad, Jalike dey make ready Fo shoot poison arrows.
Da peopo dat stay agains me, Dey like make me come shame, Jalike my bones real sore, Enuff fo kill me. All day dey talk: “Eh! Yoa God, how come He no stay by you?!”