Caressing my thoughts
Colonizing my actions
Enticing my eyes
Are the worlds distractions

Evil fingers tugging at the strings
That hold fast to all of my beliefs
Turning truths into falsities
Angels into beasts

Part of me breaking down
The other is made strong
Constant battle, which side will win
How long can I hold on

Evil fingers tugging at the strings
That hold fast to all of my beliefs
Turning truths into falsities
Angels into beasts

I cling to the voice that is the truth
The voice that is pure and fair
But also in my mind
Are haunted wyspers that I now share

Adapted from the poem "Haunted Wyspers" by eVa Stong

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