Our missles,
whom art in launchers,
hallowed be thy payload.
Thy warhead come, our enemies be done
In Null as it is in Empire.
Give us this day our hourly kill,
And forgive us our warp core stabs,
but we won’t forgive those that use them against us.
And lead us not into bubbles,
but deliver us from scramblers
For thine is the kinetic, the thermal, and the Isk
EM