Our missles, who art in launchers
Hallowed be thy payload
Thy warhead come
Thy targets done
In low sec
As it is in Empire
Give us this day
Our photon spread
And forgive us our warpouts
As we condemn those who warpout
against us
And lead us not into warp bubbles,
But deliver us from scramblers
For thine is the thermal,
The explosive,
And the kinetic
EM.