Not knowing You, (or your cast of thousands),

In that oiled-up loin cloth,

The Israelites on vacation

Are a cinematic nation,

Whose  quicksands,

Torpor and sloth.

The commandments  being approximately ten,

And there being countless unnecessary gods

(Depending on the Season),

Let’s wait on Royal Reason

To save the day, to dishearten

     Angelic prods. 

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