Land of the Free


This is not a perfect place.
This was all built on blood and death.
This is not a place of unity.
People are at war with each other at every moment.
Our protectors aren’t always there when the storm comes.
The events of the past are repeating.
Our leaders watch and laugh as we drown.
This is the land of guilt, greed, and darkness.
But… this is the land of the free.

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