The Life We Choose


"We steal, not worried of the consequences the arrive upon our doors. We don't hesitate to forge money for the wars we sit around to watch. Yet, we do not blink once to feed the poor. This corrupted society we call home. We call freedom. But we are all only free, to pay the taxes of living in a place thats is under destruction behind closed curtains. Our lives slowly losing its meaning as we seem to be brainwashed by the toxins that cut our throats, leaving us to depend on the life we called America, land of the free."

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