PRAYER TO KEEP FREE THOUGHTS AT BAY
When we are dead my Lord, we pray that you keep our dust free of consciousness and that our mouldy carcass has a Jesus-magic done on it. Let our zombie bodies rise only with the bountiful single expansive thought of Jesus resounding through our bit where the brain used to be, with just the occasional mumbling of "brains" to interrupt the universal Jesus mantra as we lurch to lunch.
If, as we hope, that we live until 'soon', say anytime within the next trillion years, then it will be glorious that we, as "constricted thinkers", will soar to our ethereal mansions with not a trace of "free thinking" and the total absence of, er sin. Whatever that is? No doubt you'll explain when we get there. Wherever 'there' is?
While we yet live my Lord, let us forgo all flights of fancy and all human sinfulness, like odious compassion, hateful education, pinko tolerance, degenerate sciencey things, etc.
We promise O Mighty Lord Of Ignorance and Deceit to do thy rabid bidding and to promote the bracing joys of torture and the delightful playfulness of cunning lies. We promise to champion the rightful cause of degenerate hatred based on delusion, laziness and righteous jealousy.
Amen