Our Farter which art in the Sky Kingdom, smelly be thy name.
Thy Sky Kingdom come. Thy will not be done, in the flat earth, as it is in the Sky Kingdom.
Give us this day our goddamn daily bread.
And forgive us for the shit we did that pissed you off, as we forgive the folks that did shit that pissed us off.
And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from the Talking Snake: For thine is the Sky Kingdom, and the powerless, and the ÏGlory!Ó, for ever, Amen.