Envy, the creature often confused for possessive jealousy
It slithers into the heart when least expected,
Driving others to madness, wishing they could have or be another
It’s the killer of the already loved, the slayer of contentment
It’s the champion of what’s yours is mine
Its enemy is tranquility, its oldest friend is hatred
There is no cure for Envy without growth, no settlement without upheaval
There is envy within all who decide they are not what they want to be, but none can be found within the poor who gives
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