Our bombs, who art in launchers,
Hallowed be thy payload.
Thy warhead come,
Our enemies be done,
In wormholes,
As it is in 0.0.
Give us this day,
Our daily gank,
And forgive us our cloaks,
For we will not tolerate those that tresspass against us.
And lead us not into bubbles,
But deliver us from scrams,
For thine is the thermal,
The explosive,
And the kinetic,
Forever and Ever,
EM.