Invidia – The deadly sin of envy

I want thatnow, it should be mine I need it now, don’t have the time to wait and mope scrimp and save it should me mine, not yours, I crave. I want your car, I covet your wife, I need your money I want your life your holiday home widescreenTV your children, dog your luxury I want Your job your wages too your friends your family I want to be you I envy your lot the hand you’ve been dealt I envy your thoughts the emotions you’ve felt I envy your health, your looks your style my evil cancer fuelled by bile enveloped by the curse of envious sin the walls of hell come closing in. Burning in the fear of my suicide's attack I envy the taut, as my noose remains slack.