“I still dey look as di horn dey tok wiked-wiked words. I dey look until dem kill di beast kon distroy en body, den trow am inside di fire wey dey kom out from di throne.
“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.
So dem seize di beast and di fake profets wey dey help am do mirakles to deceive pipol wey kollect di beast mark and woship en image. Den dem trow dem two inside di fire wey sulfur dey and di fire burn dem alive.
For my vishon, I still si many horse and doz wey dey ride dem: And di bullet proof wey dis pipol wear, red like fire kon get dark blue and yellow kolour. Di horse dem head bi like lion own and fire, smoke and sulfur, dey kom out from dia mout.