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Freeman on the land is worth two in the hand believe you me its hard to understand how to make one mend with the other without the other feeling smothered at birth we emerge with one last surge swooped away tagged and weighed registered like some foriegn cargo ship certified then denied selling freedom lies conditioned the schooler with the golden ruler we sinned with social security pins at 14 did we see what we should have seen or just a false sense of security did we willingly voluntarily and intentionally enter into these one sided contracts naively ignorance had a different meaning relying on employer seeking to empower by continuesly consuming and devouring returning to the land as a flesh n blood being living modestly circled and truely free again
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Dec 5, 2011
Dec 5, 2011 at 8:40 PM UTC
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Freeman on the land is worth two in the hand believe you me its hard to understand how to make one mend with the other without the other feeling smothered at birth we emerge with one last surge swooped away tagged and weighed registered like some foriegn cargo ship certified then denied selling freedom lies conditioned the schooler with the golden ruler we sinned with social security pins at 14 did we see what we should have seen or just a false sense of security did we willingly voluntarily and intentionally enter into these one sided contracts naively ignorance had a different meaning relying on employer seeking to empower by continuesly consuming and devouring returning to the land as a flesh n blood being living modestly circled and truely free again
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Dec 5, 2011
Dec 5, 2011 at 8:40 PM UTC
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