From under the seeming chaos of futility, we rise again. From amongst the fragments



of shocking cynicism, our vibrant nation gathers together her invincible courage as



we; the men, woman and children of these United States brace ourselves with a



divinely inspired devotion. As the heavy boots of tyranny recede under a burning bush,



and the blank faces of the unworthy men and women among us who dream of being kings regardless the



cost to liberty, fade into the bile of the infamous, America becomes free once



again. Our heart-braking rage turns into a stunning clarity of purpose when we see



old glory being trampled through dust by thieves and false-prophets. From the ashes



of the Phoenix who perpetually rises on a virtue fueled by perpetual hope,



where once we stumbled onto land mines invented by strange



minds planted helter-skelter to heartlessly thwart the will of that which is by provence,



divine. We stand tall. We walk proud. Where once we faltered on shocking betrayals



nourished with fear by killers of free will, we now water with the passion of our



convictions. Upon this holy land there lies a sacred mantel. It is lit by the light of



America’s colors, which shall never fade. Bells of freedom peel through spring- drunk



skies of silver-blue forever as they ring like the freedom call of the Arch -



Angels on a Sunday morning. Our immense power unified, allows us to stand rock-solid



united against all would-be kings and queens, while old glory proudly waves her



stars and strips amoung the clouds where eagles fly.

12/20/2006

Posted on 12/21/2006
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