Bikos God nor fit bear all di yeye tins wey una dey do, na dis make am turn una land to where pipol dey curse. E don skata am and pipol nor dey stay der again.
Tell di forest for sout sey make e hear wetin God dey tok: Look! I won start fire wey go burn all di tree wey dey inside yu; weda dem fresh or dry. Nor-tin go fit kwensh di fire. Di fire go from sout go nort and evribody go feel as di fire hot rish.
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.
“Di king go tell di pipol wey dey en left hand, ‘Make una komot from my side, una wey God don curse! Make una enter hell-fire wey dem prepare for devil and en wiked angels.