Our Fleet, thou art in local,
Hallowed be thy DPS.
Thy targets come,
Thy primary be pwned,
By gate camps, as it is in belts
Give us this day our faction loot.
And forgive us our trespasses,
As we pod those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into high-sec,
But deliver us from our aggressors
For thine is the pew pew, the pwnage a nd the smacktalk.
Forever and always. YaRR!