Destruction
Living in a country where you able to express your religion. But yet they don't allow kids to talk about religions in school. We are given the right to bare arms. Shortly that will be taken away from us. Slavery is illegal. Yet there is still so much segregration it makes me sick. This country is suppose to the home of the free. That is how are founding fathers wanted it to be. We let the power of freedom get the best of us. We took those rights and took them for granted. I sit here and think to myself as much as i love being an American I hate the fact that they are starting to take all of our rights away. Our country might as well be a dystopian society the way it is going at this point. I pray that God will bless our country and help us through the destruction that is to come.
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