A preyer with a sad twist ?

[IMMORTAL HOWDEN ENDER]

Our father, who art in prison, my mum knows not his name, thy Riots come, read it in the Sun, in Birmingham, as it is in London. Give us this day our Welfare bread & forgive us our looting, as we're happy to loot those who defend stuff against us, lead us not into employment but deliver us free housing, for thine is the Tellies, the Burberry & the Barcardi, forever and ever - AMEN

[Alex MacLeod]

Only two weeks late with that one Johndo....................................and its prAyer

[IMMORTAL HOWDEN ENDER]

fAck Eff