……it’s nothing like a religious text, telling you how to dress and build your nest, or rather if it should face the east, to exult peace, in an attempt to make all wars cease. Even if it’s hard to breathe, enough to make any asthmatic wheeze, the text says march on, never mind your corns, and carrying your new born, don’t cut the umbilical cord, you might have to drag on, there’s spiritual rewards in-stored. Don’t panic it’s always dramatic, and they got the hymns that won’t spin your rims but it’s better then playing the Sims. They say it’s inspired by a God with a name, head and shoulders, hands, feet, and a mouth so he can scold us. I don’t know about you, but that sounds like a man, they just haven’t told us. Be fruitful and multiply sounds like the order of a king, thinking about military might and keeping his borders tight; only a fallible man would say let there be light, before any source of light, or justify the taking of foreign lands, this was always apart of your biblical plans, God damn isn’t cursing god, it’s cursing man.