Canto V—American Desolation1
in the darkness the soul of america stirs
evil has bound, blinded, and gagged her
yet
in the darkness the soul of america stirs
and in God we trust swells in the hearts
of a people so abused and so broken
in utter desolation we must cast our hearts
in appeal to heaven
once again seeking God's favor
in submission
to Him alone
we must sell our cloak and buy a sword
and hang millstones round the necks of those
who harm our posterity and cast them into the sea
sic semper tyrannis
e pluribus unum
Deo vindice
Canto postscript—American Revival (July 13, 2024)
The tree of liberty stirs with the blood of patriots, its roots long famished, parched to dry rotted kindling. One man standing in the breach saved by the breath of God from the bullets of a would-be assassin hungry for killing. Oh how the bloodthirsty quiver and cower in ecstatic dissatisfaction to see the president stand tall and bloodied, shouting fight fight fight! Lord forgive them, for they know not what they do. Lord forgive me, for I am ready to go to war for my home. This land is our land. My grandfather's grandfather and all his forefathers followed the Son of God's example and fought and bled and died for me. What country before ever existed a century and a half without rebellion? These are the first shots of the Great American War for Independence. The tree of liberty once again stirs with the blood of patriots—of a true president. It will only flourish and flower in greatness once more soaked in the blood of tyrants.
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