There are days when I close my eyes, and I see her like this…,
She struggles against those who would pull her down and extinguish the light she has held aloft for so long. The torch has fallen and she reaches for it while the guttering flame casts eerie shadows all about her struggling form.
Her assailants rise above her, but who are they?
Who threatens the Goddess?
They do not hail from any foreign land. It is no invading army that threatens her reign. These are her own children, grown up in the light of freedom, which seek to break her will.
They love ‘the cross’ more than they do the Constitution and they are descended from the very same rabble who pulled down the statues of her brothers and sisters, looting the temples of ancient Rome, and murdering their priests.
How long before they rise up and try…
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