Extinguished embers and bloodied ballpoints are forged from fear. The nullified senses by the hands of hypocrisy bind the bold. Let the bloody ink blaze a raging wildfire. Let it singe those power-hungry hands as it touches the bare flesh of truth. Let it mark. Let it burn. Freedom of the Fourth!
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