Babilon king, yu wey bi di morning star wey dey shine; make yu si as yu fall from heaven, just as devil fall! Before-before, yu katch many pipol, but naw, dem don trow yu for groun.
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.
Den di fourt angel blow en trumpet and wen dem divide di sun, moon and stars into three, dem fall for one part and di part kon dark. So if dem divide day and nite into three, one part for di day nor get sun again and one part for di nite, moon and star nor kon dey shine again.