It was the sound of a thousand hungry children crying, ten thousand widows tearing their hair over their husband's grave — Christopher Moore, Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal
It was the sound of a thousand hungry children crying, ten thousand widows tearing their hair over their husband's grave — Christopher Moore, Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal
It was the sound of a thousand hungry children crying, ten thousand widows tearing their hair over their husband's grave — Christopher Moore, Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal
It was the sound of a thousand hungry children crying, ten thousand widows tearing their hair over their husband's grave — Christopher Moore, Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal
It was the sound of a thousand hungry children crying, ten thousand widows tearing their hair over their husband's grave — Christopher Moore, Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal
It was the sound of a thousand hungry children crying, ten thousand widows tearing their hair over their husband's grave — Christopher Moore, Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal
It was the sound of a thousand hungry children crying, ten thousand widows tearing their hair over their husband's grave — Christopher Moore, Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal
It was the sound of a thousand hungry children crying, ten thousand widows tearing their hair over their husband's grave — Christopher Moore, Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal
It was the sound of a thousand hungry children crying, ten thousand widows tearing their hair over their husband's grave — Christopher Moore, Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal
It was the sound of a thousand hungry children crying, ten thousand widows tearing their hair over their husband's grave — Christopher Moore, Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal
It was the sound of a thousand hungry children crying, ten thousand widows tearing their hair over their husband's grave — Christopher Moore, Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal
It was the sound of a thousand hungry children crying, ten thousand widows tearing their hair over their husband's grave — Christopher Moore, Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal
It was the sound of a thousand hungry children crying, ten thousand widows tearing their hair over their husband's grave — Christopher Moore, Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal
It was the sound of a thousand hungry children crying, ten thousand widows tearing their hair over their husband's grave — Christopher Moore, Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal
It was the sound of a thousand hungry children crying, ten thousand widows tearing their hair over their husband's grave — Christopher Moore, Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal
It was the sound of a thousand hungry children crying, ten thousand widows tearing their hair over their husband's grave — Christopher Moore, Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal
It was the sound of a thousand hungry children crying, ten thousand widows tearing their hair over their husband's grave — Christopher Moore, Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal
It was the sound of a thousand hungry children crying, ten thousand widows tearing their hair over their husband's grave — Christopher Moore, Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal
It was the sound of a thousand hungry children crying, ten thousand widows tearing their hair over their husband's grave — Christopher Moore, Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal
It was the sound of a thousand hungry children crying, ten thousand widows tearing their hair over their husband's grave — Christopher Moore, Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal
It was the sound of a thousand hungry children crying, ten thousand widows tearing their hair over their husband's grave — Christopher Moore, Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal
It was the sound of a thousand hungry children crying, ten thousand widows tearing their hair over their husband's grave — Christopher Moore, Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal
It was the sound of a thousand hungry children crying, ten thousand widows tearing their hair over their husband's grave — Christopher Moore, Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal
It was the sound of a thousand hungry children crying, ten thousand widows tearing their hair over their husband's grave — Christopher Moore, Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal
It was the sound of a thousand hungry children crying, ten thousand widows tearing their hair over their husband's grave — Christopher Moore, Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal
It was the sound of a thousand hungry children crying, ten thousand widows tearing their hair over their husband's grave — Christopher Moore, Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal
It was the sound of a thousand hungry children crying, ten thousand widows tearing their hair over their husband's grave — Christopher Moore, Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal
It was the sound of a thousand hungry children crying, ten thousand widows tearing their hair over their husband's grave — Christopher Moore, Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal
It was the sound of a thousand hungry children crying, ten thousand widows tearing their hair over their husband's grave — Christopher Moore, Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal
It was the sound of a thousand hungry children crying, ten thousand widows tearing their hair over their husband's grave — Christopher Moore, Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal
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It was the sound of a thousand hungry children crying, ten thousand widows tearing their hair over their husband's graves, a chorus of angels singing the last dirge on the day of God's death.

— Christopher Moore, Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal
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