Hold you hands and say your grace:
Let us all live in Cyberspace.

Pity on those of us who lack
A god who lives in a phone jack.

Who stretches his almighty hand
Over the sea and over the land.

Whether you pray or whether you swear,
You will find a listening eye somewhere.

There is no time and no place
For a citizen of Cyberspace.

And I do not know if he or she can
Tell lies from truth or gods from men,

But this does not matter until some thug
Will cut your wire or pull your plug.

(май 1997, Крайстчёрч, Новая Зеландия)