Well I've got to move on now to Gemini Junction

And that clock full of good times awaiting me there.

Lord, I hope that I find it this side of the Jordan

and if I don't – well it won't be like I didn't care.

There'll be mountains to pass full of many a hazard,

where riders lose heart and horses go lame,

there'll be rivers to cross and a terrible desert,

but I know where to go. It's the way that I came.

There's a man in the moon over Gemini Junction

and the Mexicans call him primero ladrone

what that means, I believe, is the theif who's forgiven:

I should think that he'll wink when he sees I've come home.

I've dreamed of that man with the stars all around him;

I've dreamed of a dawn that would quicken the dead,

but I've dreamed far too long – It's time that I found them,

Or went bust. So there's just one more thing to be said:

I'd admire to see you in Gemini Junction

and I'll send you a letter if I ever get there;

It'll say "What a day for my love to come calling!

My best to the rest. I'm enclosing your fare."

Some Dude returns to sing

The Son Of God Goes Forth to War

And thus he does:

The Son of God goes forth to war,

A kingly crown to gain;

His blood-red banner streams afar:

Who follows in His train?

Who best can drink His cup of woe,

Triumphant over pain,

Who patient bears his cross below—

He follows in His train.

That martyr first, whose eagle eye

Could pierce beyond the grave;

Who saw his Master in the sky,

And called on Him to save.

Like Him, with pardon on his tongue

In midst of mortal pain,

He prayed for them that did the wrong:

Who follows in his train?

A glorious band, the chosen few

On whom the Spirit came;

Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew,

And mocked the cross and flame.

They met the tyrant’s brandished steel,

The lion’s gory mane;

They bowed their heads the death to feel:

Who follows in their train?

A noble army, men and boys,

The matron and the maid,

Around the Savior’s throne rejoice,

In robes of light arrayed.

They climbed the steep ascent of Heav’n,

Through peril, toil and pain;

O God, to us may grace be giv’n,

To follow in their train.

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notable

Kurt Schlichter has a point. Do we allow our civilization to be sodomised by a cartoonist's sketch book of purple haired butt wookies and creeps who resemble their own blurry meth tattoos? Or drive them hence with prayer and with psalms, signs and praise of the Lord?

What's it like when C_A backed pedovores take over a country?

Like this.