A Subconscious Subverted

An usurped power
providing no sanctity,
no sanctuary in undoing
for a means to redemption,
and yet no relinquishing,
no missteps, no mistakes,
no misgivings or regret,
writhed agony from mystery
in desperate, misled misery
to disguise the truth
of a seed planted, uneasy,
in such twisted motives
to erect in elevation,
your rivaled rampart
so ripe for decay,
but in you birthed visions
from a passive placation
of bastions of fruition
of fallacy for a heretic,
led so far from home,
caged in a bar less prison,
a stiff, stifling heart,
branded for heresy and Hell,
expected all in due time,
and cast out, dethroned,
discrowned and discredited
for my complete irrelevance.