Ugh, what a weakling, I like muscular guys.
Loser, I ran three kilometers in eight and a half minutes, and that was back in ninth grade.
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