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