The Whip of Books

Hey, there! take a look at our race
We are borne out of ingenuity
Can you at least give us a chance to teach you?
Don’t judge us by our cover!

Do you think it’s easy for our Creator to bring us to being?
It took Him courage
You know, we cannot create ourselves
You can possibly create one of us, if you have at least the idea we exist.

Hey, do not look at me like that
I’m not going to eat you alive
Although I can affect you, eat your beliefs, unless you are my Master
Oh! Correct me if I am wrong.