una go die yeye deat, bikos na so una wont am and una nor ansa wen I koll una or listin wen I tok to una. Una nor gri obey mi, instead una kon dey do wiked tins.
Wen una si sey dis tins dey happen, una heart go happy and una go prosper like grass. Den una go know sey, ‘Mi wey bi God dey help pipol wey obey mi, but I dey vex for my enemies.’ ”
Di nois go loud rish evriwhere for di eart. Bikos God get wetin E one tok against di nashon. E go judge evribody kon kill wiked pipol. Mi, wey bi God, don tok.”
For dat day, di pipol wey God kill, dia body go skata for difren part for di world. Nobody go mourn for dem and nobody go karry dem go beri. Dem go dey groun like manure wey dem gada.
So God sey, “Una must get patient as una dey wait for mi. For di day wen I go attack kon karry all una propaty, I don decide sey, I go gada nashons and kingdoms togeda kon pour my vexnashon on dem. Bikos my vexnashon go full di whole world.