Well Hawks, thank you for an AMAZING season. Let's finish the job today!
O God, we beg Thee in Thy infinite wisdom
To bring down terror into the hearts of Denver's footballers
Smite them low, O Great God, let them trip
And snap their puny metatarsals for ever more
And make Thy countenance to grimace horrible on the fans,
Let them quake and whine into their beer-sodden bars
As Thy Almigty power ensures another touchdown
Goes crossing into the Bronco's endzone
And may the Hand of God come down and deflect every Bronco's ball
From ever finding its way between the Seahawks goal posts;
And we beg Thee, o Lord, may Manning gets sacked
And may the tears of the fans roll down their cheeks
Lastly, but not leastly, O Lord, we beg that thy Seahawks
May triumph and that thy unworthy servants, the blue and orange
Bedecked Bronco fans may froth at the mouth in frustration
As their pathetic dreams mount up into fifty years or more of failure
We thank Thee O Lord for listening to our pleas in advance
And for making Wilson's voice extra loud and strong
In the name of the Father, the son, and Holy Sherman jerseys
And for the flapping flags on all those white vans, Amen
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