Liz Asks Me To Read The Bible

Word of God is all we have.
There is no God of sense.
Not having sense the Word is packed,
Choc-a-bloc with stuff and nonsense.

I'm averse to choc when it's a-bloc,
So tell me please, dear Liz,
Does anywhere exist Word version,
Leaves out the choc,
Leaves in why God's my biz?

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