Prayer For The Bettors

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 Prayer for the Bettors!

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OH Lord, the seer of things to come, the revealer of the mysteries;  at your feet, we humbly bow.

Let the blood of the, Chickens, Turkeys, Rams, and many more animals slaughtered for the New Year festivities atone for our sins.

We cancel every red in our tickets. Shift away from us, our many years of pains, and give unto them, the bookies.

Let the bookies be sad at our wins, let them wail from our winnings. 

Let our sure odds not give us hypertension.

And our over 2.5 not faint at the junction of over 1.5!

That our Yes to GG never gets cut short.


Anoint our heads to predict scores correctly, and your flaming fire we plead to destroy every machination of the VAR.


Many are our afflictions. We've been labeled lazy by most of our friends and family members.

How long will it take you, Oh Lord to rise in our defense?

We have not stake beyond that which can hurt us if we lose.

Let the seeds of our stakes blossom like vegetables that are planted by the riverside.

Let our mockers rejoice with us.


May the year 2021 be the year that we will shine and sparkle.

Amen.

©️ FERT, 2021

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