But Yu, my Oga God! Yu go send wiked pipol go di pit where distroshon dey. Doz wey dey kill pipol and doz wey dey lie, go kwik die, but as for mi, I go trust di Oga, wey bi my God.
E get anybody wey fit pak wota for hand kon measure am? Abi who fit measure di sky? Abi anybody don fit weigh all di san for di eart or weigh di mountins and hills with skale?
I go take am go where dead body dey. I go make una stay for dat undagroun wey empty and na dead body go bi una friend. Bikos of dis, una nor go ever kom out or stay with pipol wey dey alive again.
So from naw go, no matter how dem wota any tree rish, e nor go grow kon tall rish di kloud again. All of dem must die like man pikin, dem must die go where dead body dey.’ ”
Wen E stop, di eart go start to shake and wen E look, di nashons go bigin fear. All di mountins go skata; di hills wey dey since go sink and E go dey forever and ever.
Bikos my vexnashon don kause fire and e don burn rish di part wey deep pass for di grave kon distroy di eart and en plants, den e skata di mountins foundashon.