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Man has but one right and one necessity. In liberty, to walk and live and breathe and make his way among the living until at death’s door he breathes his last never having known the chains of bondage. Free from indulgences from another’s hand, nor bound by governmental authority and it’s gratuitous fount that flows and then restrains with boundaries all about that enslave and take away the very right that it was meant to save. With freedom comes responsibility that must be taken and made one’s own to live in harmony and peace with other men who also wear the mantle of liberty. The cloak of freedom worn proudly but with care constrained by a conscience, a gift from God above.
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