That Inerrant Scape

The inerrancy of the bible enrages me, Boils my blood, riles me and angers, Makes the interpretation prerogative limp, Nullifies that interpretation bud passed onwards, From every author who’s not embarrassed. You read knowing the art of literature, Is in its reader’s agreed distance from the writer, Knowing your book’s rationally contrived, Aware of your right to read it your own way, Understanding the possible word play. The bible is not authored in any way whatsoever, Has many different historical authors, contributors, ’Twas compiled by the Nicean committee, Maybe, by a group of intellectuals deep, So that Jesus and an insight we could keep. Computer Science confronts with dares, Regarding your view of the written word, Makes fundamentalists intrepid and silent, About their author god who cheers and assists, Even when reading the text, when reason so persists. Computers let you delete certainties, things, Change and edit completed documents, Tell you that you’re human and creative, Welcome your attempts, errors and mistakes, And give fundamentalists the quiet quakes.   All inerrancy will do is frighten you and scare, Vanquish your reason with its complementation, Evade form for an augmented version of it, Which will emerge as a differently defined structure, Worth neither solidification nor the puncture. There are no wrong actions with my computer, No thought or situation that can’t be expressed, No colour unavailable on the rainbow palate, No code not writable, not fixable or reworkable, No desire inconceivable, that’s not addressable.