chapter 25

So the war mongers are sitting around waiting for the next slaughter or another bunch of rules and the Lord Moses, high priest dictator of the huge Hebrew army, makes a request for gold, silver and a whole list of other precious products. To step up the luxury pace of Moses and his buddies.

"Make me a fuckin' sanctuary and a nice box to carry the rules around. God damn it."

So they did.

Symbols of angels, baby ones with duck wings, hammered out in Gold.

Gold on everything.

When we run out of Gold, we'll plunder another City State.

chapter 26

As for the portable tabernacle. Build it like the instructions say. Lord Moses needed space for all his 11 and 12 year old male and female sex slaves and servants of every whim, so the tabernacle had to be big and impressive.

A luxury so grand in an ocean of simple tents made of animal skin and stinking of sweaty soldiers and their kids, that a twelve year old would gladly take it up the ass from a murdering dictator.

Than be put to death.

chapter 27

I am convinced that most of the people who hold this book for holy, have spent very little time reading the bloody book. I find it embarrassing that my fellow humans are sold so easily an obvious brutal lie about a time in history, like now, where treacherous war rules the lives of all.

Living forever in terror of each other because megalomaniac War Lords want it so.

After we build the ark box and tabernacle, we build our War Lord inbred bastard a fuckin' alter to go with it.

And when it's built, the War Lords will need olive oil burning forever to honor them and the demented, childish, murderous lies.

Have I offended anyone yet.

Moron.


chapters 28 - 30