Fear and Hate
fear and hate go hand and hand...like the imbred knights of killer cults and clans
God's got a better plan that the devil tries so hard to sabatage
he makes a fevered fantasy seem so real...like a living mad mirage
fear and hate rise like heat in the burning desert sand
he captures the weak and crushes them all in the grip of his iron hand
as God looks down from heaven He watches and He waits
He shakes the wicked to their death with hurricanes,twisters,and devistating earthquakes
evil ones fall into bottomless pits while faithful ones live in Gods loving grip
because love and faith have power that fear and hate don't have
the power to rise from the darkness of death
the power to live as free men
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