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My Country


We live in a country of freedome, but we are not really free. There has been a cloak pulled over our eyes blinning us frome the reality the reality that we are becoming what we revoled frome in the frist palce , a country of desiving power hungry leaders that courpt and ruin ther country. Yet, there are some that have chosen to teare through the cloak and enter the light. The light of are once Great country now in ruins knoked down by the same people eleced to build it up.

It is much to bear for some so they leave, thus leaving those in the darkness still unaware blinded frome the reality. the ones that chose to to stay are the Vangards. they choses to lead those in the darkness into the blinded harsh true rality. These barve men and women, are not persuaded to join the evile that is are capital, no not by money, power, aor lust. These men and women belive that are founding fathers did not just wright words on papper, but drew the breath out of our country and brought it to life in everone of us, the vangards will protect wahts left of the free worl to the lasty berath of ever one. For We Our the people.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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roarkcaffrey
<p>&nbsp;This pome/speech is 6 years in the making&nbsp;</p>

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