Most creative contest entry!!

Brace de grung fah forgiveness
Reach fah notin', when aal ah lost
Ah unified isolation
Bruk de bak of de men wo tink dem aal alone
Wi a lost

Dung de mountain, de tep de dese
Aal ave left, sometin' wicked comin’
Sometin' foul, inna de wind, mi can smell it
Sometin' dark, fram de south, ‘ere dey come

O’ mi can feel it, mi sense de vibration!
O’ mi can ‘ear its vile grumble an moan!
O’ it’s ah killa, mi know fram de smell-ah!
O’ can mi take dem back weh it come fram?

Mi-a treat aal of dem like all of dem reek wid de bowels of ‘ell
An dey wont guh ‘ome
Aal of dem sung—aal of fi dem tricks is fah notin'
Cah mi can see to de moon
Aal of dem wrang!
Aal of dem sleep weh de sun do no shine
An mi wan' guh ‘ome
Aal of dem wrang!
‘ollering justice
De fasta mi run, mon, dey fasta

I see you trespass on that ol’ front lawn
And I smell your evil from across my yard
I’m burning backwood, but I tell no lies
There’s something wicked coming on the horizon

And if they got the last one
Man, I must have missed it
I got caught up, when they caught on
I’m like a side-scapegoat
If the first one failed, I try to see why
But can’t make heads or tails
Flip a coin and call it—one shot, two guns
I’m not the intermission between right or wrong
The flock has gone soft, it’s not why they’re gone
I’m positive their solid agenda won’t hold them forever

I see you trespass on that ol’ front lawn
And I smell your evil from across my yard

Jah turnt iz back
Unaware de struggle of mon
Can him feel mi despair?
Can him ‘ear mi crying out fah just ah sign?
Ah demon can ‘ear mi!
Ah demon be deyre!

Ah bruk bak cah mi waak wid de wicked
Change miself, just to kip dem away
Ah bruk bak cah mi waak wid de wicked
Aal of dem wrang!
Aal of dem sleep weh de sun do no shine
An mi wan' guh ‘ome