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“It remains my ardent prayer that we would be compelled to repent of the abuses that we have perpetrated upon liberty, that we would rediscover freedom as a cherished privilege and not a rotting right, and that we would bow before the Creator who wove into creation itself the morals that are imperative to our own fragile existence and without which freedom itself is certain to perish. And in committing to these actions, it is my hope that we as a repentant people would breathe life back into a nation that we have drawn the very life out of.”

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