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Golden Persimmon

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I could just picture it: a cop and a mobster walking towards each other, pulling out their guns, shooting at the same time, and both dropping dead with bullet holes in their foreheads :D
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