Jealousy
the devil's hand wraps around its prey
and slices through the gut
it grabs the spleen
and jerks between
the heart and splits it up
it makes you cringe
and makes you cry
while it dances through the night
it's having fun, you see
getting drunk on envy and spite
you wonder why it hurts so bad
that never ending pain
the devil's hand it grabs you hard
then looks the other way
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