Our collective giver of life, Who some say resides in an eternal utopia,
Chosen be your identifying collection of letters;
Your empire’s arrived,
Your ideas have thrived,
on Terra ferma as it is in utopia.
For twenty four hours give us some rations,
and don’t strike us down for our passions,
as we’ll watch porn and never do scorn;
and are not lead into smut sessions,
but deliver us from evil. Amen.