Post by weebergkamp on Aug 17, 2011 22:54:26 GMT
THE RIOTERS PRAYER--
Our father, who art in prison, only mum knows 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 Spliff, the Blackberry & the Lager, forever and ever... Innit
Our father, who art in prison, only mum knows 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 Spliff, the Blackberry & the Lager, forever and ever... Innit