The is not the door to the film center

The way back to the film center is the door on your left. This is the door to the emergency bomb shelter. In case of attack from the air, fbi raid, or “social call” by Attorney General John Ashcroft, please rap lightly on the door three times while singing “the Battle Hymn of the Republic”. Lyrics below.

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord He is trampling
out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored, He has loosed the
fateful lightening of His terrible swift sword His truth is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on. I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred
circling camps They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps
l can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps His day is
marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory!
Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel
writ in burnish`d rows of steel, "As ye deal with my contemners, So with
you my grace shall deal;" Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent
with his heel Since God is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory!
Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on. He
has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat He is sifting
out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat Oh, be swift, my soul, to
answer Him! be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on. Glory! Glory!
Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth
is marching on. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me: As He died to make
men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on. Glory!
Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His
truth is marching on.

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