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.


We The People; 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 Texas bush, and as blank faces of unworthy men and women 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 planted


helter-skelter by strange minds to heartlessly thwart the will of a people which is


by design, divine, we rise tall and stand 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; colors which shall never fade. Bells of freedom peel


through spring-drunk skies of silver-blue forever. Their ring is the freedom call of


four Arch Angels on a Sunday morning. Our immense power unified allows us to stand


rock-solid united against all would-be kings and queens ... and through it all ...


Old Glory has proudly waved her stars and strips across the sky where eagles fly.

03/29/2009

Posted on 03/30/2009
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