I don kry sotey wota nor gri kom out from my eye again; my heart don break. I don taya and e dey pain bi wen I si how dem distroy my pipol and how shidren dey faint anyhow for di town.
E set arrow kon shot us like sey wi bi en enemies. Yes, en rite hand dey ready to shot. E kill us with awa strong men kon pour en vexnashon like fire for Zion head.
“So as long as mi God dey alive and as una don spoil my temple with una juju and all di bad tins wey una dey do, I nor go sorry for una wen I dey distroy una.
God nor sorry for di world wey dey before and E distroy am with wota, but save Noah wey prish make pipol do wetin good for God eye and di seven pipol wey dey with am.