Thrasher's Call

Independence is an ancient tree; its deep and self-sufficient roots extend as far as Eden, throughout our history, its grasping branches stretching to our end. How many lives have nourished it with blood? How many “self-made men” have fed it bones and withered hearts, that crowned themselves as gods, and sprinkled others’ blood around their thrones? Such tragedy that plays on hist’ry’s stages, repeating our first parents’ discontent: the pride of life and self, in countless ages, sunders man from God, lest we relent, repent, refuse the serpent’s offered fruit, that bitter bite of autolatry’s first root.