Too Much Too Soon? / Too Little Too Late?

Our Mother who art in Heaven,
Hallowed be Thy Memory.
Thy Queendom gone,
Thy Will beat down,
In Heaven as it is on Earth.

Give us this day
Our daily breath.
And remember our trespasses,
As we remember those
Who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from empty beds.

For Thine is the Queendom.
And the Pain.
And the Shame.
For Now.
Awomen.