Land of the free

You have ripped my legs from under me,
the blood you drink is from what i cant see
the streets are filled with nothing but debris,
filled with what you like to call free,
blocking our airways, how can we live?
this world is for the sacrificed love,
and all that you look from above,
i will not be judged,
by you or your god,
i can see my blood and thats fine,
its the only thing thats truly mine,
your fascist crosses don't block my view,
i can see right through,
all your propaganda and false force,
the death of Jesus the first sight of divorce,
we all have our little angles,
something you would love to strangle,
i have my questions, i have my mind,
all your trust makes you blind,
a lack of independence,
your freedom is expensive,
distorted mirrors of the people,
my efforts wont be so little,
shove my face in vomit,
i will love it, show me how inferior you can be,
what? this is the land of the free