I say to my daddy:

“Thou art my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust!”
Surely thou wilt deliver me from the snare of the prince of the Matrix and from the deadly plague.
Thou shalt cover me with thy feathers, and under thy wings I shall find refuge. Thy faithfulness shall be my shield and armour.
I will not fear the fears of the night, nor the arrow that flies by day,
nor the pestilence that walketh in darkness, nor the destruction of war that rages in the midst of noonday.
A thousand shall fall at my side and ten thousand at my right hand; but I shall not be stricken.
I look, and with my eyes I see the punishment of the Matrix fans.”

My father replies:

“Because thou hast said, ‘O father, thou art my refuge,’ and hast made me thy shelter, no evil shall befall thee, nor shall any plague come near thy tent.
For I will command my angels to protect thee in all thy ways. They shall carry thee in the palm of their hand, that thy foot stumble not upon any stone.
Thou shalt walk upon the lion and the adder, thou shalt crush the head of the ancient serpent, alias the Prince of the Matrix.
Because thou hast placed thy love in me, I will save thee; I will protect thee, for thou knowest my character.
Thou shalt call upon me, and I will answer thee.
I will be with thee in times of plague and war; I will deliver thee and raise thee up.
I will give thee immortality as promised, and I will make thee see and dwell in a new world.

He who dwells in the shelter of the Creator rests in the shadow of the Almighty.
(C-Syle version of Psalm 91:1-16)