A soul held captive dies not once but twice, as restraint placed on heart and mind weakens the spirit. The taste of freedom is on the blood of our brothers and sisters, their untimely demise birthed a new nation. We are free to choose in our brief stint as keeper of the lands. Tomorrow a new generation shall relieve us in the duty to Country, God and above all freedom. For I have felt the locks upon my mind and soul and celebrated in their release.
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