“Our Steve, which art in Cupertino,
hallowed be thy IPhone;
thy corporation come;
thy will be profitable,
in 22 countries as it was in the first 6.
Give us this day our 16GB.
And forgive us our Google Android,
as we forgive them that install Windows against you.
And lead us into an expensive contract;
but deliver us from Bill Gates.
[For thine is the IPod,
the IPhone, and the ITunes,
For ever and ever.
Apple.]

I probably going to burn in hell for this.