Provokes me to think my kingdom of heaven, the guardians that keep from its gate the raven, in all of its colors three and seven, hasn’t freedom been the story of us from the day one.

That’s why we don’t leave double standards in our faith and laws, and in countries where freedom shines like a bright dazzling light, it warms well the hearts under its heat, under the sun, cause that half served is a fool’s heaven, leaving something to break their hearts and pleasing the others. And look upon the countries where they can’t make statues, then unworshipped, but statue of liberty sings everything that’s soothing to ears. In its form and manifestation, we did not build a sky scrapper, but the one that can mean something. And the masons that built the statue slept with ease in their hearts every night*, knowing they’ve made not meaningless towers, sky scrappers or mansions, but touching her feet that’s lady liberty, and oceans come to drink from her feet.

So away from us, away from here, from her is another story.

As a matter of fact, what tickles any person, nation is not higher conscious but selfish interests, so what’s there to find anyway? First there has to be decided within in a system what justice is, so when the freedom be applied, across all spheres, not selected grounds, not upon terms and conditions. In such geometry, you can never make a full circle out of arches not of equal size. And story of what faith, surprise, surprise.

*The masons that built the mansion their hands were cut of by story of what faith, surprise, surprise. The free masons who built the statue of liberty, knew there is no freedom that can’t be dreamed, no beauty that can’t be manifested, no design or model was out of their reach, so long they knew they slept on the pillow of good morals under their heads. They knew, their desire to build something better won’t come at the cost of their hands. What faith that was, surprise, surprise.