Atrol Nalelmir

And now we pray.

Our missles, who art in launchers
Hallowed be thy payload
Thy warhead come
Our enemies be done
In low security
As it is in Empire
Give us this target lock
sans defenders
And forgive us our ruthless pwnge
But we never forgive those that
attempt to pwn us
And lead us not into bubbles,
But deliver us from jamming
For thine is the thermal,
The explosive,
And the kinetic
EM.