As I dey look, I si strong breeze dey blow kom from nort and tick kloud with tonda lite dey round am. Fire still dey der too and I si one tin dey shine inside di fire.
Den di man take mi pass di gate for nort go di temple front. As I still dey look, I kon si God glory dey shine for di temple. At wons, I fall face groun
“Make yu pass thru evriwhere for Jerusalem kon mark di pipol front head; pipol wey dey face trobol and wahala, bikos of all di bad tins wey dey happen for di town.”
God kon ask mi, “Amos, na wetin yu dey si?” I ansa, “Na basket wey fruit full.” Den God tell mi, “Di end don kom for my pipol, Israel. I nor go shange my mind again and I go ponish dem.
Doz wey dey weak, go survive and doz wey bi slave and prisonas for anoda kountry, go kon bi one strong nashon. Den mi wey bi God go rule Jerusalem as dia king forever.”
E ask mi, “Wetin yu si naw?” I ansa, “Na one lampstand wey dem make with gold, wey get bowl where dem dey pour oil put. Seven lamps dey on-top di lampstand and each one get seven whole for di wick.
Dem kon dey sing new song for di throne, di for creatures and di eldas front. Nobody fit learn di song, escept di 144,000 pipol wey God save from dis eart.
Anybody wey fit bear rish di end, I go make am pila for my Papa Temple and e nor go ever komot from der. I go rite my Papa name; David Town; di new Jerusalem wey dey kom from heaven and my own new name, put for en body.
Afta all dis tins, I look up kon si one door wey open for heaven! Den di vois wey I first hear kon tok to mi like loud trumpet sey: “Make yu kom up, so dat I go show yu wetin go happen afta dis tins.”
So I look kon si one horse wey en kolour bi like green wey don dey fade! Di pesin wey dey ride am, na Deat dem dey koll am and en friend na di Grave. Wen dem divide di eart into four, dem give di two of dem pawa ova one part, so dat dem go kill pipol with dia swod; honga; diziz and wiked animals.