I coveted the things which you had.
Things not mine, things you earned.
I was angry that you had what I did not;
That you walked upon high tones in this discord like life.
The sounds of your success pierced my very heart and crushed my pride to the core.
So, at the sight of the chance to ruin you I did.
I crept into your territory like a spider in the king’s palace.
For me, it was invigorating overtaking the lioness—you.
Little did I know I was forgetting who I was—my identity.
I became part of the discord of this life when I chained you in your own premise.
I realized it all too late—you, me.
Though I acknowledge its too late to partake of your mercy,
I will still try nonetheless,
Forgive me my dear sister.
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