Twelfth Riddle

I flutter when open before a strong wind, but am not a bird. I can be slim, fat, tall, thin, and yet bear the same message. Some bind me, some, burn me, some cannot understand me. Roman Emperor’s sought to destroy the best of my kind. What am I?

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