Don't forget to walk around your garden, hugging all the trees as you go. You could even bow down and pray to them if you prefer.
Our Mother of Earth,
Hallowed is thy name,
Your end will come,
When our lovely sun,
Turns into a Red Giant.
Give us this day,
Our daily dread,
And reduce our excretions of carbon,
as we abort our populations.
Lead us not to our vehicles,
But deliver us back to the good old days,
Where life was sweet and easy,
And light bulbs (and women) weren't yet invented.
For thy Earth is our temple,
Our will is our destiny,
Until the Red Giant comes.
Amen.Post left by Manawatu Christian Apologetics Society
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