Spaghetti Monster

Truly, this be the way we Pastafarians must busy our hands when we pray.

The more fervent our prayers, the more wiggly must our noodly fingers be.

RAmen.

Prayer to the Flying Spaghetti Monster

Our spaghetti
Who art in the colander
Hallowed be thy sauce
Thy serving come
Thy strands be wrung
On forks as they are on spoons
Give us this day our daily meatball
And forgive us our starchiness
As we forgive those who are starchy against us
And lead us not into Kraft parmessan
But deliver us from the religious nuts
For thine is the garlic
And the onion and the bay leaves
For ever and ever.
RAmen

The One True Monster

The Flying Spaghetti MONSTER is only called such because of my distinctly non-human form;

Humans are NOT created in my image, not by a long shot.

“Let us sing praise to the Flying Spaghetti Monster, for He is a loving God.

Of His might and dominion, there is no compare; of His mercy and deliciousness, there is no equal

No other god can challenge Him; in the taste test,

He is invincible. Through His pasta, He has blessed us with everlasting life, and holy is His Name.

For He is the Flying Spaghetti Monster: the One, True, and Most High God, creator of man and midgit, giver of pasta, giver of sauce, from age to holy age; not created He was, but ever He lives, through the glory of spaghetti, now and forever. R'Amen.”

~ Ishmali Camuwundra on the Flying Spaghetti Monster

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