The Intelligent Designer's Prayer

Our Intelligent Designer, Who art in the unspecified-good-place, Unknown be Thy name. Thy flagella spin, Thy mousetraps snap, On Earth, as it is in the Unspecified-good-place. Give us each day our unchecked apologetic. And forgive us our invidious comparisons, As we smite those iniquitous Darwinists With rhetoric. And lead us not into encounters with people Who ask us to state our theory, But deliver us from biologists Who know what we’re up to. For Thine is the irreducible complexity, And the wiggly parts of bacterial bottoms, And the inapplicable theorems, Now and forever.


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