Den Lot go tell di men wey won marry en dotas sey, “Make una kwik-kwik komot from dis town, bikos God won distroy am!” But dem tink sey Lot dey lie for dem.
E kon tell di kommunity sey, “Make una komot from doz wiked pipol tent and nor tosh anytin wey bi dia own, if not, God go distroy una bikos of dia sin.”
E waka go front small kon liedan face groun, den e kon pray, “My Papa, if yu wont, yu go fit remove dis deat from mi! But nor bi as I wont, na as yu wont am.”