My mind free of it's cumbersome prison
I transcend these walls that so confined me
And soar through the black and blue sky
The wind pa**es in and through me
I am streamlined
Free of strings
Free of failure
Explosion of light within the heavens
Within my mind
From the void of nothing I hear a neutral voice
Saying, "Come to me child"
And before me appears an as**ual figure
Arms outstretched
Amazing as Christ
I experience stigmata
"My name is Joyce," the vision said
I never got the needle out of my arm
Man is war
War is man
The true human nature
Fending in the soul of guilt
Toiling in the blood of murder
Weeping in the garden of d**h
Plundering the soul in shadow
Decimation of culture, life, and the very existence of humanity
Man is doing the land
Taking the reward and offering nothing in return
Our history is a history of violence, deceit, and decay
For untold years man has suppressed man and nature alike
We live in a world full of lies, waste, and political control
The seeming ma** fed and sedated on the word of God and self importance
I call forth a call to arms
A call to violence to put right what those have made wrong
A world full of lies
A people without conscience
No gods
No salvation
I say rise