Spiritual Oppression

My Will is driven By all the evil spirits presiding over the Universal tar. My soul is taken By this illusion, regret stretched in Wide dark trees of doubt. They twist and turn To their advantage, devoid of Every architect. Deprived of my essence for every creature's Sake, left with the mere message, "Is this enough to live?" Prismatic road for the lack of Choices to put your heart in The right place. My will is driven By all these vicious beings with devious Public ways of mind. My soul is taken By these incanted allies, the only one Another troll inside. Deprived of my essence for every creature's Sake, left with the mere message, "Is this enough to live?"