F the System
Freedom rings from the Liberty Bell.
USA is surrounded by
Calls for life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
Kindly, we go about our day.
The epitome of patriotism.
Hell freezes over without it.
Essentially, this is all we live for.
So, we subject ourselves to this daily routine.
Yet- why do we do this?
Sweet release of death is the only thing that frees us from
This
Existence. But I ask
My mother- why?
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