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Which aren't in heaven, Hollow be thy name, Thy kingdom's done, Thou willt be gone, From earth and leave us untethered, Living each day our daily dread, And forgo us our distresses, For we relive those dispensed against us, Leave the rotting complications, And deliver us our freewill, For mine is this freedom, On the hour of this story, Forever endeavor. Amen. The Museum of Religion and Atheism (Dream Street, Paradise East) |
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Which art in barrels, Hallowed be thy drink, Thy will be drunk, (I will be drunk), At home as I am in the tavern. Give us this day our foamy head, And forgive us our spillage's, As we forgive those who spill against us, and lead us not to incarceration, But deliver us from hangovers, For Thine is the beer, The bitter and the lager, Forever and ever, Barmen. {Source Unknown} |
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who aren't in heaven, Hollow be thy name. Thy kingdom dead, thy will be read. On earth as if there were a heaven. Give us this day our daily dream and deliver us from reality. For thine is the falsehood, the corruption and the Horror forever and ever Hy-men. Christian D. Seaver, "The Book of Worm" |