25 May to 15 December 2010 in a place they called St. James Wood (Super flumina Babylonis illic sedimus et flevimus cum recordaremur Sion) I was held down once by the greedy Shoveling shit but paying for it Paid precisely nothing by the day When they were making war on the poor Saying they were helping the needy Helping themselves to myself more like Throwing away my bed and my bike Keeping my friends far away from me In an isolation of sadness Doing their best to silence my voice Or make it sound like theirs anyway Controlling my life and legacy Where my only escape was madness Being their worst by doing their best To prove that I was demon possessed (Quia illic interrogaverunt nos qui captivos duxerunt nos verba cantionum) There between their belief and my grief For what I lost and they took that cost Me all I had so they could have more Between bad and worse I saw my choice With all I had worked for working for Conservatives who only conserve Mistakenly what they have taken From those shaken down who awaken Now to serve them right as they deserve And if a slave I was not a whore But I remember how I forgot Mowing their lawn that went on and on When it was then a hundred and ten Between their snakes and their shit again Who was demonic and who was not (Et qui abduxerunt nos hymnum cantate nobis de canticis Sion) I understood they misunderstood Could not begin to let reason in Just too religious for their own good Needing to be perfect as they do I could believe they could have believed Being deceivers could have deceived Themselves to that extent anyway Of the dark there where it shrinks away In fear or be light nor dark no more There is where I saw the light at last Up from my knees now out of their past I saw pass away until somehow Ready for another point of view I saw they were hopeless but not me Seeing myself again here and now (Quomodo cantabimus canticum Domini in terra aliena?) Seeing is believing and I see myself free Being an escapee to reality +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXI