Seven deadly Sins: Envy
What do you have there? Why don't I have one?
Now I don't like you. No more having fun
I see you got lucky. An ugly, green monster may arise
Careful what you wish for. Sinful things in your eyes
This may not be fair. Why should I care
Let this be a cat fight. I'll be pulling at you hair
call me the sixth sin. But not the last
Seventh is next. Coming in fast
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