Our Father Versions Of The Lost Prayer Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

Our Father Versions Of The Lost Prayer

Our father who art in heaven,
Pray to your own gathering of
Gods in the heavens and if there's one called him,

Hollowed be thy name,
If there's divinity, then fool sanctified him,

Thy kingdom come,
You must be Christ like and Christ, serene,
This is getting very personalbetween you and Him, and very irrational,

Thy will be done,
Be a martyr in your own volition,
Conformed and trust Godlike in your words and actions,

On earth, as it is in heaven,
Be unrealistic, as tumultuous as the real world, and as super fantastic as an idea of a devine heaven,

Liked peeled skins from bullet wounds, gouged eyeballs from torture,

As it was in the beginning,
Begin as this innocent child as little delusional angels

And ever into the end,
Like peace and harmony, victims like all dead brothers like the riddance of you,

Give us this daily bread,
Don't allow starvations and but denyyour hunger thoughts and keep dieting,

And forgive us our trespasses,
We are a faking greedy, conniving sons of the world, fornicators and murderers,

As we forgive our trespassers,
Forget the slayer and the bullets, and they didn't intend to kill you, it was unintentional,

Amend,
Dead buried, given the last rites and forgotten,
Be as sealed as eulogized and interred,
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