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Break it.

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However, the titan makes a very friendly expression and gently pats you on the head. You worried for nothing.

I bury the unfortunate old man...
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