We expect a battle for humanity is about to begin
With an each uprising
A vague sense of safety will ignite in you
An unseen shadowy sliver of doubt
Towards those who protect and defend you
Let the thoughts slip away and remain calm
Stay close to F.E.A.R. only we can protect.
The Kingdom of God is inside you and all around you,
Not in a mansion of wood and stone.
Split a piece of wood and God is there,
Lift a stone and you will find God.
Not within the silence of a deserted ally, nor clamor of a crowded Street. Fear cannot be vanquished, we cannot be destroyed. Fear will rise back up, and control the masses, take back the power and crush the insurgent hoard. As war fades in the distant memories of enlightened pig’s and open wounds, the rebellion will perish, one by one, they should feel the terror of dying young, not the chance to scream. Lie awake, horrified, admitting fear will return to glory. And the story of the rebels who set out to conquer, will finish in blood.
This is to be our final transmission
The rebels have defeated our illustrious armies
They have damaged our intention of ugly and defiant malevolence
All that we love and care for will sink into the abyss of a new dark age
Made more sinistre and perhaps more protracted by the light of perverted science and rebellion
The whole root and heavy core will perish in starving captivity
You will never win your freedom
You cannot escape F.E.A.R.
