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Mr. President, Mr. Vice President, Americans, and the world:

In the crucible of revolution, our forefathers etched their pledge—
a bold testament inscribed not solely in ink,
but in the quiet, relentless pulse of divine dependence.  
It is as if the ink itself carried whispers 
of a celestial covenant, 
affirming divine Providence
into the very marrow of liberty.

Yet, as time past, 
present battles won,
and future problems solved,
liberty's nation absolved themselves
from any responsibility 
to the Providence from whose 
sovereign ties 
freed them from foreign foes.
And man's purpose became his own. 

Hear this

If our purpose is in just us,
we will find we have lost ourselves,
encased in the cells of just-ice. 
For if our forefathers found it requisite
to declare our nation's independence by
recognizing their dependence on the 
"Laws of Nature and Nature's God"
beyond the limits of 
mankind's powerful facade,
facading the source of 
our country's origin,
our homeland's dominion, 
foraging a jurisdiction of humanity alone, 
thereby ascending mortality's throne
above the divine --
making mankind superior to the
"Supreme judge of the world,"
a position our forefather's forbade
"appealing... [In] rectitude...of [their] intentions" 
to a God they believed in,
a declaration sovereignty -
bowed in solemnity, 
proclaiming “with a firm reliance on the
protection of divine Providence," 
a dependence on a God they 
entrusted their dependence to.

Who are we to say any different? 
What difference does it make
if we believe in God or ourselves?
As the good word says, 

"Shall the axe boast itself against him 
that heweth therewith? or shall the saw
magnify itself against him that shaketh it? 
As if the rod should shake itself against 
them that lift it up, or as if the staff 
should lift up itself, as if it were no wood."

For Godhood is to create,
and man was created by God. 
And should man boast himself beyond
Him who spawned ages beyond ages,
he shall find himself his brother's pawn,
despondent, disheartened and disappointed, 
foraging for the framework 
of freedom our forefathers foraged,
overwhelmed by the damage
of a fallen nation who failed
to hear the caution within
the clarion calls of its creator.

This is a warning
from neighbor to neighbor.
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