Den I hear di man wey wear linen wey dey on-top di river as e raiz en two hand face sky kon swear with God name sey: “Na only three and half years remain; by di time wen God don save en holy pipol from who dey sofa dem, all dis tins go don happen.”
I still won know about di ten horns for en head; di horns wey grow kom out leta; di three horns wey fall wey get eye and mout wey dey tok anyhow and en face dey make pesin fear pass any of di oda beast dem own.
E go dey strong, but nor bi by en own pawa. E go kause strong wahala kon prosper for evritin wey e dey do. E go distroy doz wey get pawa and pipol wey dey serve God.
Dem go follow di Lamb fight war, but di Lamb go win dem, bikos na en bi Oga God for all ogas, King for all kings and pipol wey dey follow di Lamb, na doz wey e koll, choose and save.”
God pipol wey dem kill and doz wey prish about Christ, I si di woman wen e dey drink dia blood and di blood dey shark am like wine. I sopraiz well-well wen I si di woman.