A Message from the Fallen

Mourn me if you must,
But do not forget I died for you.
You.
And, you.
For your freedom to love.
For your freedom to live.
For your freedom to breathe.
For your freedom to simply be.
Cherish these freedoms like newborn children fresh from the womb.
Feed them.
Hold them.
Wrap them in blankets to guard from harms way.
Fight for them.
And, for the love of all things,
Do not let them be ripped from your hands by the bastards shedding my blood.