Whirlwinds of rage seizing my soul
A storm of pain captivating my heart
Consumption of Evil
I'm sorry baby sister
Red thorns and spurs shrouded around my limps
A horrid voice whispering in my ear
As a sudden stream of goodness cleanses my mind
A ray of sunlight commencing the peace
Your welcome baby sister
Bright wands snapping the shackles from my neck
As a tornado of love uplifts my spirit
Yet, so perplexed and inconsistent
I'm a puppet
But who is my real master?

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