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My will is driven

By all the evil

Spirits

Presiding over the universal dark.

My soul is taken

By disillusioned

Kindred,

Stretched and entwined 'round trees of vows.

They twist and turn

To their advantage

The mind

Of every architect.

Deprived of my essence

For every creature's sake,

Left with a mere vestige

Is this enough to live?

Pragmatic lure

Or lack of choices

To put your heart

In their right place.

My will is driven

By all these vicious

Beings

With demiurge obliquities of mind.

My soul is taken

By disenchanted

Allies.

They only want another thrall in sight.

Deprived of my essence

For every creature's sake,

Left with a mere vestige

Is this enough to live?