Everything has a Price

There are hundreds of songs about freedom. We have an entire nation built upon the idea. The idea that a group of humans, the haymakers and brats who bathe in blood, can somehow bring peace to a society and live a dream of prosperoty. In this dream, we live in adundance without paying back on what we mercilessly comsume. And that is exactly what it is, a dream. Freedom isn't free at all, it comes with a heavy price. It comes with a price that is mandatory to pay. The world sends you a bill in the mail, and you pick it up with shaking hands. Your heart shuts down as the quantity demanded is far from reasonable but you just shake your head as your mind says, Everything's got a price. And you were right. But the price for freedom is too high a cost to sacrifice all the gifts that God gave to us. Far too high. For US. Look at the stamp across the bottom of the the page that says, "This bill has been paid." And all for what? An arm or a leg. No, paid for by your acceptance. A check was dropped in the box for you, and he made it far before your debt was due, with the wave of his fingers in pure, beautiful script in bright letters, dripping with Crimson Deliverance

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Our world

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