In ink and scroll, the ages speak,
of manna, kings, and tongues of flame.
A guide, a warning, a voice for meek,
a text both sacred and claimed in name.
Some lift it high, a crown of light,
some tremble at the truths it wields.
Its parables inspire and incite,
its laws and stories shape the shields.
Banned in classrooms, burned in rage,
its words contested, misread, defamed.
Yet through the fire, across the age,
its pages whisper, never tamed.
For every fear, for every ban,
its stories linger, tested, tried.
A book of faith, a book of man,
where hope and doubt walk side by side.