31st August 2021
Written in November 2020 in the middle of A.M. and P.M.
By Baldmichael Theresoluteprotector’sson
Our Father who’s art is in heaven, like the sunsets
Hello’ed be thy name, that everybody will say ‘Hello’ to you.
Thy King dumb come, the Lamb of God who did not offer a defence for himself when falsely accused.
Thy will be dun, like a Celtic stone wall to protect against intruders.
In the hearth, the heart of the home, as it is in His Avon, the River of Life.
Give us this day our daily bread that we may be well-bred.
And forgive us our tree pisses as we forgive those that tree piss against us, as dogs do.
And do not lead us into Thames Stations where we may terminate under the lead weight of sin, but deliver us from the ‘Me will one’, myself, my selfish nature.