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Break it.

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After much deliberation, I got a terrible headache and couldn't think about reminiscing anymore. I'm trying to master the new race, the Favorite of the Gods.
O God of Earth and Altar,
Bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die,
The walls of gold entomb us,
The swords of scorn divide,
Take not thy thunder from us,
Take away our pride.


G.K. Chesterton: English Hymnal