Stɔp ɔltin. Blo.
Rid gud gud wan.
Bikɔs dis kin bi yu sol in las chans.
Dis nɔto jɔs ɔda buk.
Na kɔl.
Wan kɔnfrɔntɛshɔn. Wan sɛntɛns. Yu de waka go to eternity... Bɔt na us rod? Di wan we wayd — we ful-ɔp wit gladi-at, bad tin, selfi, vaniti, lay ɛn sin? Ɔ di smɔl wan — we de swet, we at, we de in wan, bɔt we de kɛr am go na ɛvin?
Dis buk na spiritual eksplɔshɔn we go wek yu lɛk kray na midul nɛt. I go tear apat yu kɔmfɔt zon. I go pul yu kɔmɔt na yu blayndnɛs. I go mek yu sol shek.
I de sho tru tin dɛn we nɔbɔdi nɔ gɛt maynd fɔ tɔk. I go shek yu biliv, pwɛl yu ɛkskyuz, ɛn fos yu fɔ fes di impɔtant kwɛstyɔn bɔt yu ɛgzistens: If yu day tide... YU GO GO NA ƐL?
Wit wɔd dɛn we shap lɛk sɔd, dis buk de pwɛl mask, de agens prawd, sho se dɛn de ful pipul dɛn, ɛn invayt yu fɔ go na di wangren rod we go mek yu sev: Jizɔs Krays.
If yu gɛt maynd, rid am. Bɔt no dis: afta yu dɔn rid dis buk, yu nɔ go ɛva bi di sem igen. Either yu surrender... Or yu kontiniu towards di abyss.