Most people who claim to love the Bible have never read more than a few cherry-picked verses printed on a coffee mug. Because if they had, they’d know this so-called “holy book” reads more like an ancient horror movie mixed with a soap opera written by a drunk screenwriter.
We’re talking virgin daughters handed to mobs, lions on divine orders, jealous brothers who straight-up kill, and even a guy who cuts up a dead woman and FedExes her body parts to make a point. And no, I’m not exaggerating.
