Praise the Lord, the light of the sky to rule.
And the moon which borrows light
from the sun; have rule for milleniums
drawing us closest to the perfect will of
God. The moon moves the inner juices of
man, assimilating and circuiting conciousness;
Flowing through time and pressure.

Praise be to the souls that pass the test of time and knowledge.
Let us earn our bread, for it is a miracle. Let us
fight fairly for our houses and if pious, help others.

Glory be to God of god and
praise be to God who has
not cast us off forever.
Of all if your creation, man was
the hardest to create. Thanks be
to the omnipotent. Although we
defile the flesh in hopes of making
our body; masters of mightiness,
we are healed day in and day out, getting
closer to harnessing the sometimes
wild and lawness behaviour of our mortal
temple. Keep us from the hour of temptation.

Amen.