As clear as he could see the future, he didn't foresee his own creation of a mob. He knew they would befriend each other in the end, but he didn't realize the time fighting they would spend. Bob told the people of Dob do not fight, just comprehend.

Little at the time did Bob apprehend, what it would do to each mind that he would mend. The people had such faith in the latest prophecy he appended, they skipped the pages in the middle to read the last he intended.

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This poem was originally titled "Befriend" and written on 02/19/06
General Analogy of Multiple Religions (not specifying any Holy Book or religion.