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Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Being Screwed

Once the wandering nomadic way found the traveler wound by that which freedom furled,
Within its weave of the will to sheathe the day as if it were a weapon to win the world.

When the nomad died, the king was born,
Breed beneath lumped rubble piled by feet who idly fret,
While thorns thickened across those crowns the wicked have worn,
Collecting souls of both who wear it and bear its debt.

Seek not the world for what the kingdom claims to promise as liberty,
For rights are freedom’s termination by the folly of tyrannical trickery.

5/16/18

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Date: 5/17/2018 8:35:00 PM
Tyrannical trickery; well said Brendan!~Che :)
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Brendan J. Simons
Date: 5/17/2018 9:34:00 PM
Thanks, Cheryl!
Date: 5/17/2018 11:09:00 AM
Yes Brendan, we no longer have the freedoms that were paid for by the lives of so many. A deteriorating democracy. Well written.
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Brendan J. Simons
Date: 5/17/2018 9:34:00 PM
Thanks, Dan, although I do not equate democracy to freedom ;)