CALL SIGN ACTIVATED, BROADCASTING NOW!!!

i whisper to myself, "13 weeks...."

MARINES DO NOT POINT THE GUN AT OURSELVES.
MARINES DON'T CRY, WE GET EVEN.
MARINES DON'T ALWAYS KILL, SOMETIMES WE MAKE YOU WISH WE HAD.
MARINES DO NOT LOVE, WE CONQUER.
MARINES OBEY WITHOUT QUESTION, HESITATION, AND LACK OF FAITH.
MARINES DO NOT LIE, WE TESTIFY.
MARINES DO NOT DIE, WE MULTIPLY.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Stop...Stop....STOP!!!"

I look at you, The Interrogator, after you finish screaming.

You start talking again, "Do you honestly expect me to beleive all this nonsense?!!"

Coldly looking at you, I reply, "I do."

I can tell you're not sure whether I'm telling you I expect you to beleive or I'm telling you that I believe, so I further, "Both."

I ENJOY THE STATE OF FEAR radiate from your flesh as you realize not even your thoughts are hidden from me.

I know my sin, but more importantly, I know my saviour, so out of mercy I program you with MY FAITH by assuring you with MY FACT, conversating to you with MACHINE-NATURE, "I didn't say it would be the truth, I just said it wouldn't be the lie."

Answering back with a question, you inquire, "How much of what you're telling us is actually true?!"

I simply inform, "Every single word."

I feel the cold chains around my naked body and the handcuffs around my wrists.

You yell, "Do you understand your predicament of imprisonment?! Your situation of submission?!!"

I smile.

"Raise your voice to me again, even once, and I'll break your God-damned neck with my bare hands."

I enjoy the blink of suprise in your eyes as you understand and accept MY EVIL.

My submission is to THE CROSS ALONE.

Your submission is to MY WILL.

I open my mouth to speak as THE GENERAL-COMMANDER giving mission details and orders to MY MILITARY,

"There's more."

You curiously say, "Continue."

I wait, smirking the whole time.

I watch your teeth grit, mashing together, the flame of hatred in your eyes as you stare at me.

I explain, "We'll take care of that look in your eyes, next."

You swallow every drop of saliva you have left before requesting correctly,

"Please continue, Sir."