The Book of Anon/The Book of 7chan

From /i/nsurgency W/i/ki

Sayeth the philosoraptor, who art the LORD, Raptor Jesus:

Wicked art thou! ye sons, ye cretinous sons; hath not thine aggression bred cancer of /i/, and thy minorities bred apathy on /b/? Oh wherefore hast mine eye cast it's bitter reflection unto your land, for art thou children of moot; ay, thou art indeed. Let it pass that man seeketh what he hath not, yae, a *chan of little cancer, and a board of lesser fail. So be it! for makest thou, hereforth, a *chan of seven leaves, and call it http://7chan.org, for this shall be the land of oldfags. And let it be a barrier for him who art to faggotonous to breedeth amongst the holiest of anons: failnonymous, the anon of 420chan.

Aye ye of hypocrisy, say not thine repetition. Nay, instead useth mine own concoction, for it is wiser, and all that is needed:

Our Raptor,

Whose art is /h/entai,

shopped be Thy face;

Thy donations cum,

Thy posts be done

in /b/ as it is in /h/eaven.

Give us this day our daily Bridget

and forgive us our trolling

as we forgive those who troll against us.

And lead us not into faggotry,

but deliver us from /fur/ries.

In the name of the Longcat, the Raptor, and The Holy Seventh Channel,

Amen.

Bless us, O Raptor Lord,

and these, your gifts,

which we are about to receive

from thy merciful talons.

Through the bounty of Raptor Christ,

our Cretaceous Lord.

Desu.