Our Star, shining and multiplying the light as it passes through You. Queen of Diamonds, forged under the pressure of free will. Risk-Maiden, stacking the hands of those whose guile is limitless, yet are You also the Bear consuming the meat of Your weak and crippled prey. You are a fickle Mistress, though the Powers You govern are steady, even in the chaos of the Marketplace.
Hail, Lady of Rushing Bulls, Who tramples over false currency– that which does not feed the soul, or the stomach. You entreat us to be true, and to welcome the gains which we have earned, and to never sign away our Sovereign right to be secure in our own deeds.
Columbia, You were the Nameless Goddess Who was here before us, waiting to inspire this Nation. We did not understand the depth of Your lessons, and only now are some awakening to the debt we owe this…
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