Primal Scream

i was blind, now i can see, you made a believer out of me. i'm movin' on up now, i'm out of the darkness, my light shines on, my light shines on, my light shines on.

danger lurks around every corner but it is not ready for me, a lion stalks the land but the One has made me a Lion of Light, a devourer of the dead morning star. he and i are warlords, both equally aware of each other, both deeply entrenched to our cause. we sit in opposition. i feel like a little piece of me fit into my heart as my fangs grew a little and my ferocity deepened with the glow of the heavens. the prime of my being a light with the danger of gale force winds and a strong sense of true north. the gift of prometheus grows deep in my belly.

i didn't wear my masks today. no bandanna, no balaclava, no elmer fudd. only the breeze, my only face was my own and i remembered that while i may at times be closely shorne, i am a wild animal, and while i marched i gained a new control over the danger. it lurks but it serves a deeper purpose, it is the aggression that will allow me to fire the third bullet when i feel weakness, it is the flaming sword to be taken out when the garden is in danger. the One kissed me on the cheek and i will not betray Its' kiss to the surgeons knife.

i threw the shadows out of my closet last night. the dangerous ones who asked me too many questions, they said things i didn't like, and while i think they are still trouncing about they are now able to be captured and they are up against a much more dangerous foe. the last time they saw me i was drunk, i was easy, i was a mark. they haven't tasted the copper or seen the darkness of the next life. they haven't seen the glory or the dream and thus they have not been to the deep places i have been and they have no footing.

i am deadly. this is who i am. a child of the King. a hired gun, a Lion, a Lamb, a prosecutor at the trial of the Accuser. his time is drawing near, i am the Primal Scream and my light shines on, my light shines on, my light shines on.