JEALOUS

There lived a man, who walked the lonely nights,and there lived a spirit so envious that can turn things covetous. This very spirit drugged the man in his envy,.
That which is followed by a wicked convoy.
His heart has been rolled in roses of beautiful suspicion and he is looking forward to whom to sting like a scorpion.
His eyes are enraged and by a look could fall a man into a grave.
This darkness has sent distrust like little pulses of signal into his minds that everything has become a mistrust.
Yet this is what makes him defensive against that which pay so attentive.
He has slept in the bowels of emotions that boils the heart in fear about things the brew his care.
Drunken in scorn, has render his soul to resentment to things that were not meant.
His thoughts were clouded with the apparels of the dark widow.
Emotions tricked and left him alone in the disgust of a dead man.
Who can save him from this life that blew air into fifes that makes horrible noise ,from the collision of thoughts that rained empty tasteless doubts that wets his hair.
The fear to loose grove the suspicions and deceptions that propelled a spell casted against him which made his mind fast speed like a perpetual motion machines with sounds that can wake the Sleeping Beauty , this has delivered into endless darkness of lust that is jealousy.
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