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Sacred Haven of Debauchery

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Ar, you have too many enemies. Therefore, a tree will eventually fall on you
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