Why is it that I envy thee?
For these so sinful ways.
My eyes glow green,
They’re turning brighter than these blinding days.
This feeling only grows within,
Soul racked with jealousy.
It shouldn’t be existent,
Nor my clearest memory.
I worry for these things you do,
These things which make you feel.
However it is these such things,
Which make my envy real.
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