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Break it.

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...And soon you realize that there is nothing left to gnaw on: the entire pencil has been eaten.

I jump out of a plane with a parachute...
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