Born under three suns, doomed to travel alone.
Beware, I may need to clear space don't let me lock on.........

Our deity, who art in w-space,
Bob be thy name,
Thy anomalies run, thy sites be done,
In home as they are in our static.
Give us this day our daily gank,
And forgive us our bearing,
As we try to pod those who ganked our ventures.
And lead us not into grav sites,
But deliver our en^H^H good friends from their pos shields,
For thine is the sisters, the crit hole, and the tech 3, for ever and ever.
D-scan, Mofo!

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