Lord, Make me fast and accurate, Let my aim be true. And my hand faster than those who would seek to destroy me. Grant me victory over my foes and those that wish to do harm to me and mine. Let not my last thought be if I only had my gun. And Lord if today is truly the day that you call me home, Let me die in a pile of empty brass.
The Litany Against Sov I must not hold sov. Sov is the mind-killer. Sov is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will drop my sov. I will permit it to go unpaid and abandoned. And when I've left kspace I will turn the inner eye to see Bob's path. Where the sov map ends there will be nothing...only Bob's will remians.