Our missiles...., that be in our launchers,
Hallowed be their destructive payload!
Thy warhead be disarmed, our enemies be toasted
In low sec and in Empire.
Give us this day, our enemys heads,
And forgive us our dissemination of various pirate parts.
As we fail to forgive those who blast away at us,
Let those who shoot us without just cause,
Be drowned in a vat of putrid Quafe and be forever pickled.
And their bodys left to drift in endless space,
With no means to go Pee
Yarrr yerrr asssess.
A.A.