Oh Father, who art in Heaven,
harrowing be the name.

They Kingdom come, thy will discussed.
Over scotch whiskey, served neat.

Give us this day, our daily bread.
Preferably in liquid form.
Let those who trespass against us be scorned forevermore.

I've been led to my temptation by a mixed drink's icy chill.
If you won't tell me the answers, perhaps the bottom of this bottle will.

For thine is my kingdom, my pile of dirt.
I'll make sure that I'm not around before it gets worse

I'm curious, did you make this yourself or was it written by another?