I am framed so often by myself. Crimes of passion I am indicated in
I testify against myself on my behalf. But it was not me! it was the wrong the bad that committed this deed. I was used. it was not honest of its intentions. I was an unknowing accessorie that was left, alone, confused, with blood on my hands and a knife by my side.
but fear fills me as I testify, a fear that does not come from innocence. I know this bad, this wrong too well, it is not seperate, but a part of me. It will always be a part of me.
and so I, a murderer, do plea: guilty, but pray set me free. I try to suffocate my bad, but can't control it, can't keep it dead. but as I utter this I know it to be a lie, for You my judge, my questioner, have taken my excuses and replaced them with the power to do as I will and not as it wills. You promise me as I plead on my knees, that as long as I fight, you will bring aid. I find this hard to believe, but am bound to accept
my Lord, take my dividedness