True-true, dis na wetin God tell mi, “Like lion wey dey shaut with vexnashon or yong lion wey won chop wetin e kill, na so I go bi like. Even doh many shepad gada round di lion, e nor dey fear dia shaut or run from dem. Na like dis too, Oga God wey dey lead heaven sojas, go kom help Mount Zion.
Before dis time, I bi like lamb wey dem won go kill, even doh I nor know anytin. I nor know sey na mi dem dey plan dis kind wiked tin for. Dem bin sey, “Make wi kut di tree naw wey e still dey fresh; make wi kill-am, so dat nobody go remember am again.”
I hear as pipol dey gossip mi. Dem dey koll mi, “Di Man Wey Fear One Kill.” Dem dey treaten sey, “If yu tok anytin here, wi go ripot yu.” Even my friends before, dey look and dey wait make I fall. Dem dey sey, “E go fall enter di trap, den wi go know sey wi don revensh am back.”
God sey, “Dis pipol bi like sojas wey don ready dia bows. Dem always dey ready to lie, bikos of dis, dem don get pawa for di land, but na wayo dem take get am. Dem don do many bad tins and dem nor dey tink of mi wey bi dia God.
Make evribody dey kareful of en friends and make yu nor trust yor broda, bikos even broda dey shit en broda. And friends dey lie against each oda well-well.
All di pipol wey gada for der kon join put mout against dem and di judge dem kon give orda sey, make dem remove Paul and Silas klot komot for dia body and flog dem with heavy stik.