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| THE FATHER | ||||
| Our fathers, who aren't in heavan. Shallow be thy name. Thy death has come. By the hand of a son. From earth to the depths of heavan. Give us this day, our daily dead, and beg us our forgiveness. As we forgive those of us brave enough to tread anywhere without apology. Lead us not into damnation and deliver us from stupidity. For this is our kingdom, our power, our time. CoMa | ||||