“O gentle Faustus, leave this damnèd art, This magic that will charm thy soul to hell And quite bereave thee of salvation. Though thou has now offended like a man, Do not persever in it like a devil. Yet, yet, thou hast an amiable soul If sin by custom grow not into nature. Then, Faustus, will repentance come too late! Then, thou art banished from the sight of heaven! No mortal can express the pains of hell! . . . For gentle son, I speak it not in wrath Or envy of thee but in tender love . . . And so have hope that this my kind rebuke, Checking thy body, may amend thy soul.”
she’s the color green
still managing to see red
while watching you evolve into everything she’d eventually envy
family is just a word
until those with certain titles
give purpose to those labels
and it just so happens
that your sister
would rather play against you
than cheer for you
as you chase after your dreams
could it be that your ability to rise
right before her eyes
has completely twisted her up with rage growing on the inside
overflowing with the poison of jealousy noticeably spilling from her
no longer able to keep hidden
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