Prayer of Gun-Saint Francis of Left 4 Dead

Lord, make me an instrument of Your Will.
Where there's zombie mobs, let me sow destruction with a pipe-bomb.
Where there's tanks, let me sow pwnage.
Where there's witches, let me burn them with Molotov cocktails.
Where there's hunters, let me hunt them to the ground.
Where there's smokers, let me end them with a smokin' bullet.
Where there's boomers, let me show them the true meaning of 'boom.'
O Divine Master,
grant that I may not so much seek death as to pwn,
to be understood as to understand the fucked up bullshit that I'm doing,
to be epic as to massacre.
For it is in giving that we receive.
It's in running away that we are pwnd.
It's in dying constantly that we are booted from the group.