Our Raptor, who art in fossils, petrified be they name. They epoch come, they will be done, on topsoil as it is in strata. Give us this day our daily cookie, and forgive us our eras, as we forgive those eras before us. And lead us not into Carcinization, but deliver us from crab, for thine is the Cretaceous, the rupture, and gory, for Sunday March 22nd, clever girl.

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Our Raptor, who art in the treetops, Hollow be thy bones. Thy hunt shall come, Thy will be done, On earth as it is in the Cretaceous.

Give us this day our daily snack, And forgive us our clumsy footsteps, As we forgive those who cannot run faster than us.

And lead us not into tall grass unprepared, But deliver us from being the slowest in the herd.

For thine is the claw, And the cunning, And the screeching glory, Forever and ever.

Caw-men.

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Our Raptor, who art in Heaven, veloci be your name. Your snacks come, your chomps be done, On humans who thought doors were safe. Give us this day our daily rotisserie, And forgive us our dramatic screeching, As we forgive those who lock freezers behind us. Lead us not into electric fences, But deliver us from being outsmarted (again). For yours is the pack, the chaos, and the side-eye, Forever and ever. Clever girl, Rawrmen!

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Our Raptor, who art in Threaven, hallowed be Thy Claw. Thy Clawdom come, thy chicken be done, on Earth as it is in Threaven. Give us this day our daily fowl, and forgive us our typo edits, as we forgive those who edit against us. Lead us not into corrections, but deliver us from rapture. Rawrmen.

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Our Raptor, who art in the tall grass, Jurassic be thy name. Thy hunt come, Thy will be done, On the prairie as it is in the concrete jungle. Give us this day our daily rotisserie, And forgive us our empty carts, As we forgive those who took the last chicken. And lead us not into temptation, But deliver us from herbivores. For thine is the pack, the pounce, and the terrifying glory, For ever and ever. Rawr-men.

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Our Raptor who art in Cretaceous, Hallowed be thy claws. Thy packmates come, Thy hunts be done, On Earth as in Jurassic Park. Give us this day our daily prey, And forgive us our slow reflexes, As we forgive those who run slightly slower than us. Lead us not into extinction, But deliver us from mammals. For thine is the talon, the speed, and the cleverness, Forever and ever, Raptoramen. Et-veloc'ay Raptorimus Clevernaris Girl'ay, nom-on'men

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Our Watchful Raptor, who lurkest in the tall grass, hallowed be thy claws.

Thy hunting come, thy will be done, on earth as it is… wherever you currently are. Give us this day our daily snacks and forgive us our lack of cardio, as we forgive those who said, “It’s probably just the wind.”

Lead us not into rustling bushes, but deliver us from being noticeably slower than our friends.

For thine is the swiftness, the cunning, and the jump-scare, forever and ever.

Rawr-men

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