una go die yeye deat, bikos na so una wont am and una nor ansa wen I koll una or listin wen I tok to una. Una nor gri obey mi, instead una kon dey do wiked tins.
Even doh dem know sey God dey, dem nor dey gri gi-am glory as God. Dem nor dey tank am for all di tins wey E dey do. Instead, na nonsense tins dem dey do and dia wiked mind nor fit undastand di trut again.
Dem bi like wave for sea wey dey foam kom out. Dem bi like star wey nor dey stay one place and God don keep di place wey deep pass for darkness, dey wait dem.
And I still dey remind una about di angels wey nor stay for where God put dem, but kon komot for where dem suppose dey. God don shain dem tie for darkness until wen E go judge di world.