Mother Media, everywhere,
consumed be your name,
your will be done,
by those with no will of their own.
Give us this day our daily dead,
while thankful it’s not us or our loved ones instead.
Forgive us our sins,
as we persecute those who sin against us.
Lead us by misinformation,
delivering us all into evil.
For thine is the digital queendom,
your power, your glory,
via a well crafted news story,
forever and ever.
- Author: Steve Rock ( Offline)
- Published: October 18th, 2023 16:04
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 3
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