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ENVY, FEAR, FRAILTY, PAIN
“There are poisons that seep through the soul, silent yet all-consuming. They speak in whispers, but their echoes are deafening.”
Envy, fear, frailty, pain —
The heart beats beneath this shadowed strain.
Venomous words spill ash and fire,
The tongue, a blade, reveals its ire.
Pain tears apart the soul inside,
Subduing the living with each tide.
A single glance of jealous spite,
And the spirit falls to endless night.
A darkened cell enshrouds the brow,
Eclipsing all with solemn vow.
The sunbeam falters, lost, denied,
Where once the pathways opened wide.
Compassion stirs for hearts that bleed,
For souls ensnared by hollow greed.
Through circles they wander, bound and blind,
By burdens of their own design.