Envy - The sin of love
In broken homes where laughter dies,
A child learns hunger, truth, and lies.
A stranger’s hand, so warm, so kind,
Conceals the knife that waits behind.
They speak of love in holy breath,
Of sacrifice, of blood, of death.
“Trust is the altar,” the prophets say,
And grieving hearts are the purest prey.
A boy who prays for bread and rest,
Becomes the lamb for what is blessed.
His laughter blooms, then wilts in chains,
As shadows whisper scripture’s names.
For envy wears a tender face,
And love becomes the darkest place.
Each step of faith, each fragile nod,
Twists closer to the hungriest god.