Kang Zone

O Lord of Endless Wars, Master of the burning horizon, keeper of the mushroom cloud, patron of the contractor and the strategist, hear our prayer. Grant us enemies where none exist. Turn rumors into threats, threats into crises, and crises into campaigns. Bless the sacred engines of profit. May the oil flow, the stocks rise, and the contracts multiply beyond counting. Fill our minds with missiles and our hearts with certainty. Let every distant land appear upon our maps as unfinished business. We offer unto thee the barrel of oil, the stack of currency, and the lives of strangers whose names we shall never learn. May the rats of intrigue labor faithfully at thy command. May fear be our herald, outrage our banner, and necessity our excuse. Thou who dwellest within the hollow skull crowned by rockets, whose breath is smoke and whose blood is molten industry, accept our sacrifice of truth upon the altar of ambition. For thine is the escalation, the intervention, and the forever war. Amen.