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Have you not heard?

The Lord is the everlasting God,

the Creator of the ends of the Earth

He will not grow tired or weary,

and His understanding no one can fathom

He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak

Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall

But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength

They will soar on wings like eagles

They will run and not grow weary

They will walk and not be faint

Desmond, hang on

Hang on, Desmond

We’re going to get you out of here

Desmond, Desmond

What?

Wait up

Catch up

Wait up, I’ve got something to tell you

What, Hal?

Race you to the top

Hey, Cheater

See you later, slowpoke

Want a hand?

I got it

Sit down

Quit it

You quit it

For Pete’s sake

Hey, Get away from that ledge, you damn fool kids

You’re going to break your necks

It’s them Doss kids, Crazy as their old man

They dug up the corner of Jackson and Main

Putting in a sidewalk

You boys wouldn’t recognize it now

Mind you, I doubt they’d recognize you

They hardly know me when I walk by ‘em

It’s like I died With you

It’s like we boys never existed

Well, that’s all I got for you today

Block him with your right, Desmond

Stop it, Do you hear me?

What are they fighting about?

When’d they ever need a reason?

Tom Ugh

Why stop ‘em, Saves me whipping them both

This way, I just whip the one that wins

Tom No

Oh, God

Tom Wake up, can you hear me?

What the hell have you done?

He can’t hear me

I’ll get some ice

You shift that basket

I got it

Is he breathing?

Hal Hal, can you hear me?

Hal, can you hear me?

Hal, Come on

He’s dilated

Hal

What do you think you’re doin’?

I’m gonna have to beat you now, you know the rules

You hear me, Desmond?

Desmond

Tom, stop

What’s that gonna teach the boy?

He’s violent enough already

Okay, fine, you go smother him in kisses

You tell him the world’s a soft and gentle place

Hal’s gonna be okay

I could have killed him

Yes, you could have

Murder, it’s the worst sin of all

And to take another man’s life,

that is the most egregious sin in the Lord’s sight

Nothing hurts his heart so much

Don’t you understand English?

Do I have to tell you again?

You move, woman, or I will wallop you good and hard

What the hell’s going on, You okay, Bertha?

You mind your own damned business

Go sleep it off, Tom

I hate him

Momma?

Why does he hate us so much?

Oh, he don’t hate us

He hates himself sometimes

Your daddy tonight, that ain’t the real him

I wish you knew him like I did, before the war

How’d we sound, Desmond?

Like a heavenly host of angels, Mom

Now, you know it’s a sin to tell a lie, especially in this place

Well, I ain’t never said they were singing angels

What’s going on out there Desmond

Get it up, get it up

Drag him out, Just the tarp