by Matt Bruce

"Living among legions of sheep beckoning a borrowed faith,
Never knowing that to find within is to conceive and relate,

Saving for Sunday an admissible show to portray compassion,
Losing a consistent battle regardless of any other reaction,

Belief begins beyond the image of self defined by fire,
Vision for self to coerce the truth between a man and a liar,

Tomorrow relates to the pain you're intended to receive,
For no profit warrants possession of the life you bereave,

Never enter today's defeat,
Based on sorrows fading to retreat,

Never let tomorrow suppress,
Your ability to constantly transgress,

If you base your faith in a foe,
What faith can you count upon to grow?…"