Jealousy, envy, revenge and greed,
It begins inside as the smallest seed.
Far below the surface it's buried so deep,
But soon, like a climbing vine, it begins to creep.
It grows from the heart and into the mind,
Furiously spreading like a weed of the wildest kind.
Before long it smothers and strangles the soul,
No stopping it now, it's grown out of control.
Hope has surrendered. Hatred won't be denied.
The beauty within has already died.
 
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