Our Webmaster who art in Heaven,
Hallowed by thy URL and Twitter Handle,
Thy cyberspace come,
My will be done,
Online and IRL.
Give us, this day, our coffee intravenously,
And punish all those around us severely for their trespass,
As we will forever curse at them that trespass against us and our processes.
Lead us straight into temptation,
And deliver us from our inherent, yet witty, evil.
For thine is the Kingdom of Bug-free pages, non-existent typos, and glorious user-experience,
Forever and ever.
ISP On High, grant me the serenity,
To accept changes that I have demanded be changed,
Courage not to strangle those that mangle my requirements and copy and all things are must be changed,
And the wisdom to know the difference between competent and incompetent vendors and freelancers.
And let us say, AMEN!
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