7 Deadly Verses: Envy

by Bryce Ellner   Oct 26, 2004


What to do?
What to do?
How so annoying I find you.
You never stay
You labor away
Whilst I sit here and waste away.
Knowing not where to begin
Envy such a deadly sin
For one to have locked deep within.
Always finding something new
How much I doth envy you
Why can -I- find something to do?

(This is an idea in the making. I think I'm going to end up re-writing this part of it.)

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  • 20 years ago

    by Karin Erlacher

    Why not write about the other six deadly sins? I think it'd be cool. ;)

  • 20 years ago

    by vanessarrr

    nice and short piece. haven't seen you in a while... take care:)

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