Our Owner, who art in Skybox,
Hollow be thy name.
Thy profits come,
Thy team shall run,
To LA, as it was in St. Louis.
Cover this day your daily spread,
And forgive us names like "Redskins,"
As you forgave those who beat women,
Until the video went public.
Lead us not into seeing concussion,
But deliver us a needle,
Which gets them back in there fast.
For Thine is the kingdom,
And the power,
And the glory,
And the networks,
And the writers,
And Chris Christie,
And the Clintons,
And Katy Perry,
And the blood,
Which you never touch,
Forever and ever,
Until you will it to your kids,
Wealth without end.
What a man!
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