Thursday, 21 February 2013

Crown of Sin (6/7 Envy)

Upon me, where no envy’s in disguise,
Are placed the burdens of a wanting mind
Beyond the doors of envy, treasure lies
What’s yours that’s worth desire, is there to find.
The grass is always greener and I say
“Well done”, “Good luck”, “I love you” but I lie
Your winning keeps my happiness at bay,
And makes me sort of wish that you would die
What’s wrong with hoping you lose all you own?
My Envy keeps ambition hard and quick
Though now I’m feeling broken and alone
I’ll build myself what you’ve got brick by brick
Beginning with your suit of Nessus’ cloth,
Such wealth I’ll get when finally rid of sloth

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