Our Father - Poem by ness tillson
Our father who art in heaven,
Please look down on your children in prison.
Hallowed be thy name,
Before we're proclaimed insane.
Thy kingdom come,
As I wipe my bum.
Thy will be done,
As we laugh and have some fun.
On earth as it is in heaven,
Before hell's mouth opens and we're eaten.
Give us this day our daily bread,
Before we put a bullet in our head.
Forgive us our sins,
As we rummage for scraps in the dust bin.
As we forgive those that have sinned against us,
Who have already stolen the rubbish
That might have nourished us.
And lead us not into temptation,
Of wishing death above redemption.
But deliver us from evil,
While we stay chained to the devils anvil,
again and again.
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