Ancestors of ours fought for our freedom. So they believe.
Everyday free men are robbed of life for petty things that became criminalized somewhere on the timeline. I would like to believe that I am free, that my children will grow up with equal opportunities to do as they please. Care free. Worthless. Life should be bliss, some say it is, those we've welcomed ignorance. Failing to see the truth, think for themselves, not standing up for what they know is right, bowing their heads like dogs afraid of initiate the fight.
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 4:11 AM UTC
Ancestors of ours fought for our freedom. So they believe.
Everyday free men are robbed of life for petty things that became criminalized somewhere on the timeline. I would like to believe that I am free, that my children will grow up with equal opportunities to do as they please. Care free. Worthless. Life should be bliss, some say it is, those we've welcomed ignorance. Failing to see the truth, think for themselves, not standing up for what they know is right, bowing their heads like dogs afraid of initiate the fight.
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