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The Gospel how it really is.

Chapter 1

The Lords Prayer

Our Father,
Who art in endzone,
Montana be thy name,
Thy Superbowl come,
Thine will be won,
On turf as as it is heaven,
Give us this day our betting spread,
And forgive us intercepted passes,
As we forgive those who long pass against us,
And lead us into the Pro-Bowl,
But not to a high draft pick,
For thine is the victory,
The touchdowns and the field goals,
27 of 27, (325 yds, 4TDS)