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from the beginning what this love
of liberty would cost in blood.

What fools have we been in pretending
for so long, the wounds of battle
healed over, renewed again
as they are peeled away
from the parchment signed by many.

Pulped trees, hemp,
skinned sheep,
and the calcified learnings from the past
can not constitute liberty,
or the love of it.

I say, shred the damned thing.
Salvage the bits that matter,
scatter those kernels of truth
to harvest a world reborn.