What Sleeps Within

My Faith is written in my blood
 And my gods within my Image
 I stand within the Sun unblinking
 And Rise within it's Rays 

It is not enough to kindle the Fire
 One must be the Fire
 It is not enough to Face Tomorrow
 When there is Time enough Today 

So long this savage beast has been
 Slumbered (too long)
 Shackled and bound no longer
 For I am both Sacrifice and Solution 

Has the world made you?
 Have you made the world?
 There are strange times I ask you...
 Generations of Messiahs
 As Grist to the Mill 

All with the world to sell
 And a world to win
 Yet looking no further
 Then yeasterday Dictator
 Or yesterdays Traitor 

"Our rage insurmountable, out thirst and desire unquenchable, about seizing
 the day, the moment, the very fire behind the eyes, within the veins, to
 conquer sterility, stagnation, burn away the veils of falsehood. A natural
 equilibrium is restored..."