What Sleeps Within - Primordial

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 yesterday 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…)