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Liberty

So much meaning is contained in that one word. Some toss it around as a divine meaning to existence, others as a cherished value. It is used both as a ultimate end to a struggle and the begging of another. Yet under it's shiny appearance it has another sinister apparition, that of the veil of the conqueror. Oh how easy and righteous it is to claim Liberty on your side, and point your guns in it's name. To rally the masses to the noble cause, to basque in the limelight as the knight in shining armor.

But Liberty can be an unfaithful bitch, she eventually reveals ones true colors, exposes the true aspirations of all that have dared to use it in their name out of greed and vanity. It points to the naked torso of the wretched pretenses.

Amid the squealer of the battle,
as the sabers rattle,
as my blood is flowing freely
I call your name Liberty,
for you I march tonight,
for you I fight,
for you I cry,
for you I die,
and when the night turns round
and finds me on the ground
as the echo of your name is carried in the air
there is no more despair
because I know then,
the battle I have won again.

For Liberty,
For eBulgaria