Dirty yucky flesh gods!
Foreign abominations!
Don't bring them to my children.
Jews go rebuild your temple.
Gentiles can become perfect too. Watch as God gives the gentiles the law.
What then, you children? What then, you flingers of stones? Put aside your disputations and build this house.
Put aside your old books and attain perfection - Place the feet of my children on the surfaces of other worlds.
Build the temple, build the temple, perfect your hearts. Do not bring me your abominable things.
Arkaleus