Our designated carer. Thou art insane.
Supreme Leader be thy name.
Thy International Commune come.
Thy will be done, in Gaia,
As in the Asylum.
Give us this day our daily organic, high-fibre bread,
And forgive us everything,
But forgive not the unbelievers.
And lead us not into rational thinking
But deliver us from logic,
For thine is the International Commune:
The Power of the prison and the Glory of the gulag.