Friday, 28 March 2014

On race hate freedom

Sanctioning rights to mock, with a determination to offend, is chasing that elusive butterfly that drifts just fingertips from capture. Wings flutter against your skin, but your delight will pass, when opened palms reveal, you’re will has crushed your desire beyond submission.
Our defiance will endure, and leave you with the broken body of freedom of speech.

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