Our Father
Who AWPs in Heaven
Counter-Strike be thy game.
Thy cases come,
Thy skins be won,
On Train as it is on Havana.
Give us this day our daily knife.
And forgive us our ragequits,
As we forgive those who hack against us.
Lead us not into a save round,
But deliver us from B rushes.
For thine is the Cobblestone, the Port,
And the Monastery,
For Minh Le and Jesse.
GabeN