To know me  is to know yourself,

I am the hunger in your loins and the fire in your heart.
I am the enemy to the cross and the brother to man.

You looked to the sun and bestowed apon me a name.
I asked you to challenge the holy books of the past and I have seen great change.

You looked into the darkness and tore me from its grasp.
I sit with the kings and immortals among man with a crown of light resting atop  my head.

Sadly, man has gladly buried his crown in the dirt underneath Christ's feet.
Know your worth and move him out of the way so you may sit apron your throne again.

The wolf in man has had its canines ripped from its mouth.
It must now eat what ever trash and slander it is offered.

Know that I am in you all and always have been.
Underneath your thin layer you call "holiness."

The wolf will rise no matter how badly you beat it,
There is no use in increasing the force of your blows.

Kings and queen's please make yourselves known.