Father in the draft phase, lead us not into our comfort. Away from the temptation of Ezreal with the mighty notebook of the Lemon, deliver us from quarters misery, and into a semis miracle.
Let the light of the Doublelift flash turn towards the LPL trash. Let all our teleports not suck, and let LCK get their fanbase trucks. Be the captain of our early game, so that flowers can bloom in our garden.
Be the guardian angel of our teamfights, and our Barons, and our middle game. In the name of the broken and the faithful, and the AWS win probability, we will be successful in our mission.
NAmen.
I wont have faith. No hope means none can be taken.
Prayers are powerful precisely because we believe in them, my fellows. If they do not come true, then we will stand by this grand delusion. The sole fire in the dark, the hope that stays until the end.