Our
Father, Who art in Rotterdam;
Hallowed be Thy he who shan't not be named,
Thy Kingdom was promised;
As Thy Kingdom will be promised to the unsuspecting again,
Give us NOT this day our daily
bread;
For how dare we asked of such.
Forgive us our stupidity, for Our
Father's words are shrewd;
and lead every one of us not into allurement again,
Deliver Our Father some conscientious;
For who but NO ONE at all wants to party in falsehood and fable,
“Malafide”, it's in the name.