When man started to lose the original natural senses of the flesh,good and sore!
Father and mother was busy nurturing other new dependences on their own door.
The loyal servant dog and horse and elephant and clever birds and half-fishes.
Would soon be spoiled rotten like a curse sent from the devils worst wishes.
The full fruit of plenty would never be enogh to fill the drunks of imagined power.
And the new school of power would rush in as monks prophesing the coming hour.
The good decided to write the words that moses chisselled for 40 days and nights.
So that we should all turn to dust before these words were trampled by might.
JAH!?GOD!?who cuts his hair?who has the strength? or imagination to begin to tear!?
HA!HA!HA!WOULD NOT HE CAST HIS LEFTOVERS?like the bench your making to wear?
So sit upon the throne you build from the fallen branches of old father time himself.
This is the reason why so many gifts are squandered by spoiled little boys and girls.
Wishes are like prayers to your senses of the goodness seeping from the veins of Gods spoils.