Carebear's Prayer

Our missiles, who art in launchers
Hallowed be thy payload.
Thy warhead come, Our enemies be done,
In low sec As it is in State Space.
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.