My Envy
I need it, I want it, I lust for it
with burning desire and wanton haste
I must touch and know and taste
these things for I wish, these things that I want
these emotions, my soul does it haunt
its’ children are greed and selfish and hate
I’ll not be a slave to this awful trait
my envy consumes like explosive fire
this need, this want, this terrible desire
alas, I’ll refute it and push it aside
this emotion, both foe and friend to my pride
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