Envy is a volcano,
Burning and causing fear to those who are near it.
It is a sad country song,
For when opposite, you get everything you once had back.
It is a rainstorm and lightning,
That will strike you down and drown you.
Its taste of lemon stinging your tongue with sourness,
Or a sting of a wasp.
Envy screeches through us,
Its wail deafening opposed to our sense of reasoning.
If envy were food, would you starve?
Or would you succumb to its jealousy-filled darkness.
It is a stone that, when thrown,
Will hurt everyone it is thrown at.
Its heat and cold, like a desert,
Changing into something worse throughout day and night.
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