chapter 10

Now some mockery.

The plan was to fuck Egypt up for generations to come. The Israelites were done being fuckin' slaves. They would kill until they had their own land.

Which eventually became the truth.

Even now, thousands of years later, they love their killing.

Whatever. It's just a story.

Nothing written is the truth.

Madmen subjectivity.

The story goes. Moses warned Pharaoh that the next attack was with countless locusts.

The Pharaoh is getting board with all the terror and consents to let all the Hebrew men go off in the desert. Or whatever there was. Desert.

"No. Everyone and everything."

Pharaoh knew, like any six year old would, the buggers did't intend to go out for a few days then wander back to slavery.

So down come the locusts.

After usual protocol, 3 days of darkness. Only the Israelites had candles. Apparently, the Egyptians had missed out on the discovery of fuckin' fire. Or what.

One more last meeting after the 3 days of pitch blackness.

Again, the Pharaoh tells Moses to go fuck himself. Next time he saw him he would die.

Moses gave him the finger and pranced out.

chapter 11

This is far out.

The final blow. "Get ready, the Pharaoh will throw you all out. Take all the silver and gold you can carry. It's good for buying weapons."

After countless terroristic acts, the Egyptians suddenly like Moses and his Hebrew murderers.

In fact, they were so fuckin' happy with the fuckin' state of devastation, that they offered up their first born for a bless the Lord slaughter party.

But not till the next chapter. The Pharaoh had to say no once more.

chapter 12

Blood bath.

If you want a massacre to function smoothly, it has to be well planned. And you might want to take the opportunity, shortly before slaughtering the oldest son of every family of one whole nation, to.

Make some fucked up rules and rituals to remember the mass murder generations to come.

And praise the fuckin' War Lord once again for their fine killing technology and technique. And make a calendar while you are at it so you can mark the day.

Passover.

"Take a baby goat or sheep, slaughter it. Follow baking instructions. Smear fresh blood around your door so the mercenaries that I bring don't kill my future soldiers."

Said the War Lord.

"Eat the meat quick, people, we got a mess of killin' in front of us."

They bowed, the slaves who had been adopted by the war Lord.

In the middle of the night, the Destroyers came with sharp, hard swords. And cut down the first born in every family.

So that they would be remembered as the great first son murderers throughout the ages.

Build a fuckin' Temple.

Quick.

After that, the Egyptians paid with their silver and gold and clothes and begged the incestuous children murderers to leave.

So the slaves, six hundred thousand men on foot, plus children. Moreover, a mixed mob, no mention of women, livestock, however and flocks and herds and cats and dogs and who knows what all.

Payment, in full, for 430 years of slavery.

To consecrate this sacred slaughter and winning of a new master and a promise for land, they pranced around demanding circumcision or excommunication.

And all the Hebrews did what they were told.

And the Lord marched out the Israelites.

Troop by Troop.


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