The Lord’s Prayer

If I should die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul to take.

Empty my cache and purge my RAM, so I can be all that I am.

Cash my cheque at the penny arcade, in wooden nickels at the going trade.

Across the river of no return, chuck my ashes in a grecian urn.

When I settle in yonder star,  then I’ll know just who you are.