Plea Of Conviction

The lights are out, i'm darken by the words of pain's, blistered mouth
Branch to a higher power, but my inner soul release, to enlist her out
Judging the grace, a dynamic intermission, a spiritual warfare
The conflict between within a secute self, if i go where..
..the rapture follows and its too soon to equip my weapon
my manners reflected my thoughts into recession.
So am i neglected? Or am i resisting the heat thats magnetic..
..I'm running into a surpass of a glimpse fate thats prophetic.
A willingness in me, leading back to the plastered words, the end
the beginning, the mouth of a liar, each speech is a trend.
So i bend.. the rules of hositily, hate, torture and resentment
A testimony of strength and a vast intelligence, preaching a mission.
War with my intellect, worthy? Or do i lay down dumbfounded at my path
Cause i'm lost within in myself, with myself I think I'm holding back.
So now i'm charged with a crime, guilty as can be.. not my intentions
To be a sane psychopath is my plea of conviction.