The FSM’s Prayer

For fans of the Flying Spaghetti Monster, here’s some gold that I just have to share:

Our Pasta, who art in the Pot,
Flying Spaghetti Monster be thy Name.
Thy dinner’s come, when
Thy will be done,
On stove as it is in the oven.
Give us this day our garlic bread,
And give us our bottle’s o’rum,
As we give to those who dine with us.
And feed us into oblivion,
And deliver us from hunger.
For thine is the tastiest,
and the spiciest,
and the best,
for ever and ever.

RAmen

Hat tip to Ungodly Cynic (who attributes authorship to TinaFCD)

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