It is evil to wish upon somebody hurt in order to make yourself happier;
And yet I do it nonetheless.
I watch you love her from the distance,
And my jealousy rises so high I must leave,
And do more than unnatural things in order to prevent the evil thoughts from becoming more.
In my hand I hold a doubled-edged sword and though I am constantly at battle with myself,
So long my thoughts stay less than verbal, I maneuver the other end away from my merciless lover.
I will continue this trend until the sword finally takes away my last breath, all knowing that though my thoughts were evil;
I protected you from a more disastrous fate.
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