All of una wey dey fear and obey God, make una love am! Bikos God dey protet pipol wey dey loyal to am, but E dey vex ponish doz wey dey do wiked tins.
“Di king go tell di pipol wey dey en left hand, ‘Make una komot from my side, una wey God don curse! Make una enter hell-fire wey dem prepare for devil and en wiked angels.
My brodas and sistas, make una listin! God nor choose poor pipol for dis world sey, make dem rish for faith and inherit di kingdom wey E promise sey E go give doz wey love am?
E dey wosh and guide di pipol wey E choose, but E dey make wiked pipol shut up for di dark place wey dem dey, bikos nobody fit win war with en own pawa.