E just bi like sey dem dey chop ashes. Di foolish tins wey dem dey tink don deceive dem and dem nor fit help demsef again or tell demsef sey, ‘Nor bi lie-lie God wi dey serve so?’ ”
Dem go use swod kill some, karry some as prisona go anoda kountry and di Gentile pipol go distroy Jerusalem, until di time wey God sey Israel must sofa, go end.
Den, dem press di grapes for outside di town and blood rush kom out from di place where dem dey press dem. Di blood high rish five fit and e nearly rush rish two hundred mile.
Even lantan lite nor go ever shine inside yu again! Dem nor go ever hear sey man and woman dey marry inside yu again. Na yor tradas get pawa pass for dis world, bikos yu take yor majik deceive all di oda kountries!