Fear destroys the lives of people, it manipulates them and turns them on another. I have read about many dictators who oppress and murder there own people. Families gone, no one knows what to believe in anymore. If they turn their backs they’re defenseless, but if one hides their pride they’ll take from one until every thing is gone. If they’re destroyed from within then what is left but to hope for something, and wait for nothing. Fear is ones downfall, you save yourself now or fall into darkness forever. Rebellion is an answer, to rise against the machine to fight one’s fear and take back what’s theirs. If they remain silent, and they bare the question for answer, then they lay still in the darkness like a shadow. They spread among others, only scaring the rest of the population, and the machines power is raised by the sensation. The machine craves power, and fear feeds it. A shotgun can’t defend if the wielder has no spirit. Bravery is hard to find in such countries, and whoever holds it craves the power the machine takes. Only few are so trusted, when their own neighbor could be a traitor, fear rules the mind and one’s salvation is himself. If they lay back they’ll be outdone, but if they fight back they will find a way to escape such oppression. What are they supposed to do, when everyone when everyone is against them? To back down isn’t the answer, and to let you arrogance stand in front will kill you like a cancer. But stand together in the oppression’s weather and make the machine stop. What is to do, when you have destroyed the machine, and the heroes have a taste of power, then your salvation becomes your oppressor, then hope for something and wait for nothing, because one will find that they can’t rely on themselves after abuse, insecurity forms into fear, and ones creation is ended by their own creator.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
fear
Fear
Fear destroys the lives of people, it manipulates them and turns them on another. I have read about many dictators who oppress and murder there own people. Families gone, no one knows what to believe in anymore. If they turn their backs they’re defenseless, but if one hides their pride they’ll take from one until every thing is gone. If they’re destroyed from within then what is left but to hope for something, and wait for nothing. Fear is ones downfall, you save yourself now or fall into darkness forever. Rebellion is an answer, to rise against the machine to fight one’s fear and take back what’s theirs. If they remain silent, and they bare the question for answer, then they lay still in the darkness like a shadow. They spread among others, only scaring the rest of the population, and the machines power is raised by the sensation. The machine craves power, and fear feeds it. A shotgun can’t defend if the wielder has no spirit. Bravery is hard to find in such countries, and whoever holds it craves the power the machine takes. Only few are so trusted, when their own neighbor could be a traitor, fear rules the mind and one’s salvation is himself. If they lay back they’ll be outdone, but if they fight back they will find a way to escape such oppression. What are they supposed to do, when everyone when everyone is against them? To back down isn’t the answer, and to let you arrogance stand in front will kill you like a cancer. But stand together in the oppression’s weather and make the machine stop. What is to do, when you have destroyed the machine, and the heroes have a taste of power, then your salvation becomes your oppressor, then hope for something and wait for nothing, because one will find that they can’t rely on themselves after abuse, insecurity forms into fear, and ones creation is ended by their own creator.
Fear destroys the lives of people, it manipulates them and turns them on another. I have read about many dictators who oppress and murder there own people. Families gone, no one knows what to believe in anymore. If they turn their backs they’re defenseless, but if one hides their pride they’ll take from one until every thing is gone. If they’re destroyed from within then what is left but to hope for something, and wait for nothing. Fear is ones downfall, you save yourself now or fall into darkness forever. Rebellion is an answer, to rise against the machine to fight one’s fear and take back what’s theirs. If they remain silent, and they bare the question for answer, then they lay still in the darkness like a shadow. They spread among others, only scaring the rest of the population, and the machines power is raised by the sensation. The machine craves power, and fear feeds it. A shotgun can’t defend if the wielder has no spirit. Bravery is hard to find in such countries, and whoever holds it craves the power the machine takes. Only few are so trusted, when their own neighbor could be a traitor, fear rules the mind and one’s salvation is himself. If they lay back they’ll be outdone, but if they fight back they will find a way to escape such oppression. What are they supposed to do, when everyone when everyone is against them? To back down isn’t the answer, and to let you arrogance stand in front will kill you like a cancer. But stand together in the oppression’s weather and make the machine stop. What is to do, when you have destroyed the machine, and the heroes have a taste of power, then your salvation becomes your oppressor, then hope for something and wait for nothing, because one will find that they can’t rely on themselves after abuse, insecurity forms into fear, and ones creation is ended by their own creator.
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