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Break it.

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...You wake up feeling downcast, realizing that pleasant dreams are far from the harsh reality.

I decide to solve some physics problems...
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