*There was a long explanation here, but the control didn't work, and only this remained... I really should stop copy-pasting things.*
crying bitterly :cry:
I won't retype it.
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