What great woe hath been worked upon the minds of our youth… that they should hate their forefathers and the glory of their heritage? Who hath moved the bards of time to bring low the great cities... the creation of man’s mind? Where is our refuge from the mundane and mediocrity of the crowd… whose banter cries give us bread.
Let us lift our light on high… to shine brightly upon the stage of man… too, guide the wayward youth homeward… to valley’s pleasant and mountains high… where, thought and the mind may see the dubious poison set before most men. Will there be one righteous soul to cry out? Let him so speak that men may be freed from the tyranny of the mob… too, climb the mountain.
Given this 15th Day of August in the year of our Lord 2009… to those with an ear to hear and an eye to see.
God Bless This Great Nation of Liberty and Justice
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