Lority

Our missles, who art in launchers
Hallowed be thy payload
Thy warhead come
Our enemies be done
In low sec
As it is in Empire
Give us this day
Our daily isk
And forgive us our WCS's
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 thermal,
The explosive,
And the kinetic
EM

Our Mad God,
Who art in Anoikis,
Bob be they name.
Thy sleepers come,
Thy will be done,
In k-space as here in Home.
Give us today a useful static,
And forgive our poor fits,
As we gank those that blob against us.
Lead us not into Ore sites,
but deliver us some Exotic Dancers,
For thine is the Wolf-Rayet the Red Giant, the Pulsar, and the Cataclysm,
From downtime, to downtime. Amen

Credit to: FullMetalTS1 for the above

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