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.
Even doh di mountins and hills go skata, di love wey I get for una, nor go ever end. I go keep my peace and promise forever.” Na God wey love una, tok all dis tins.
“Make yu rite di tins wey I won tell yu naw, go give di angel for di church wey dey Laodicea: ‘Dis message na from di Pesin wey bi di Amen; di witness wey dey obey God kommandment since E kreate di world.