All hail the Flying Spaghetti Monster
"Our pasta, who art in a colander, draining be your noodles. Thy noodle come, Thy sauce be yum, on top some grated Parmesan. Give us this day our garlic bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trample on our lawns. ... Blessed are you among sauces, and blessed is the spice from your shaker."
"And yay, when upon the damn heathens come fiery meatballs and little bits of sausage, and His noodly appendages touch all, to embrace some and indeed, destroy all else..."
Or, in the words of Ragu: “Accept His Noodly Magnificence into your heart, into your soul, and ye shall forever be free. R'Amen.”
Image by Niklas Jansson