Psalm of the Golden Turnip
Yea, for ye shall worship my Golden Turnip and honor it with bowls of hip hop. For if ye follow this commandment, all your limbs will glow and your fields will be filled with happy dancing insects.
Forsake this commandment, and your limbs will turn into insects while your fields glow with radioactive glowiness. And when the Holy Golden Turnip wakes up , it will cast a plague of raisins upon the land, and all in the land will wail and cry and bring the bowls of hip hop to appease the Turnip. But it will be too late, and ye shall be smitten with raisins and cast out into the Land Without Turnips, from whence there is no salvation, only unbowled hiphop.