"Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free... " for the low cost of $9.99. Polyester promises of ideals bathed in blood. Every flag a bar code, stars and stripes a serial number. "Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened; I will give you rest... " for three easy payments. Freedom and salvation only matter when coupled with an interest rate. Democracy is an open market, filled with false prophets and patriots petitioning for more. I took out a loan of apathy, others of ignorance, and watched this country fall apart. Forgive me... Forgive us. We the people have incurred a debt. ... it's time to pay it back.

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