Wen God won kom shake dis eart with en pawa and glory, pipol go hide for hole, inside rock den dig hole for groun so dat dem go eskape from God vexnashon.
Anybody wey run from di wahala go fall for di pit and anybody wey won eskape from di pit, di trap go katch am, bikos wahala like heavy rain go fall from heaven and di eart foundashon go shake.
So make una look heaven and eart! Di heavens go vanish like smoke, di eart go tear like old klot and all en pipol go die like fly. But wen I diliver am, e go last forever. My viktory, na di final one.
Una wey dey waka pass, my sofa nor mean anytin to una? Make una look round, una si anybody wey dey sofa like mi? But na God vexnashon dey kause dis pain and sofa for mi.
God vois bi like lion own from Mount Zion; en vois dey make nois from Jerusalem and di eart with di sky kon dey shake. But God go defend and protet en pipol.
Di day wen God go kom, go bi like wen tif dey kom for nite. Wen E kom, di heaven go disappear with loud nois and di stars for up go melt, di whole eart and evritin wey dey inside, go vanish.