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.
Na evil dem dey take pay good? Naw, dem don dig pit for mi make I fall inside. Wen Yu dey vex dat time, make Yu remember as I beg Yu bikos of dem, so dat Yu nor go ponish dem.
I fear well-well wen I hear all dis tins and my lips kon dey shake. Fear and kold katch mi at wons. I go really wait for di time wen God go ponish doz wey dey attack us.
Di nashons dey vex, but di time wey yu go ponish dem, don rish. And na naw yu go judge doz wey don die kon reward yor savants; di profets; doz wey dey good and evribody wey dey fear yor name, both small and big. Dis na di time to distroy doz wey dey kause wahala for di eart.”
Den I hear one vois from heaven dey sey, “Make yu rite dis tins: “God don bless pipol wey bilive and obey Christ before dem die!” Di Spirit sey, “Blessing go really follow dis pipol and dem go rest from dia hard work, bikos of di good wey dem do.”