The strong do as they can and the weak suffer what they must

Our Mad God,
Who art in New Eden,
Dark be they name. Thy sleepers come.
Thy will be done. In k-space as in here as home.
Give us today as useful static. And forgive our poor fits,

As we gank those that blop 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