So The Great Adversary Then Is Vanquished, So The Preachers Tell Us, And You Seek to Rebuild A Kingdom, And I Hear Not One Mention of A Milton? Or So Much An Inkling Of a Robinson Crusoe?

The cheering crowds made claim to your throne, and bathed in sin to name the patriotic dream their own. They were put down as ‘deplorable’ and rose again, aflame, to shove in YOUR face, The Very NAME.

I laugh to think you think, so easy it be now, to put to rest this grave. It’s surely off to bed again, this pain that housepets have better memory of, when a hand hits and threatens and ill treats, misfeeds, and the dull cow eyes bear in their stalking through unwitnessed moments better witness to such things! WHAT A JOKE. It fears me, truly fears me. To imagine what the mind hides in its wisdom.

You have vanquished the enemy of this season, so things can end and we can spend our time away. Turn the television off and take vacations and go home to comfort, rest, deceit.

YOU SAY YOU ARE RE-SECURING A LOST KINGDOM

AND DON’T EVEN DARE TO MARK THE TIME WITH THE WISDOM

OF MILTON, THAT THE ADVERSARY, PERHAPS, WAS THE ANTI-HERO OF THIS PLAY.

COULD YOU DARE ADMIT SUCH TRUTH TO YOUR GATES, AND LIVE TO HANG A ‘HOME SWEET HOME’ WITHOUT BURNING OUT WHAT WAS LEARNED, HERE, ON THIS GROUND.

or must it happen once, again

Fast by the oracle of God; I thence

Invoke thy aid to my adventurous song,

That with no middle flight intends to soar

Above the Aonian mount, while it pursues

Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme.

And chiefly thou Oh spirit, that dost prefer

Before all temples the upright heart and pure,

Instruct me, for thou knowest; thou from the first

Wast present, and with mighty wings outspread

Dove-like satst brooding on the vast abyss

And mad’st it pregnant: What in me is dark

Illumine, what is low raise and support;

That to the heighth of this great argument

I may assert eternal providence,

And justify the ways of God to men.

This is why the progressives laugh when you ask for their hand in participation in your system. And likewise, Why they wake up in the afternoon, and you never deem to give them the light of day.

It is never too late to be wise.

Expect nothing and you’ll always be surprised.

Thus fear of danger is ten thousand times more terrifying than danger itself.

And so we march backward to reclaim the Godly thing.

But fear of God, is that not the beginning of wisdom.

So they say.

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