Sloth

Egregious agonies fight me.
Archaic armories shield me.
Let everything rot.
Let the world flounder and rot.
Louder.
I hear voices in my head.
Louder.
They are destroying my sanity.

Sometimes I personify my soul.
Why are we able to see the skies,
A bluish wonder hiding all lies?

This is what we're waiting for;
Life is a great disguise for a hidden rhapsody.
Sung by the ugliest poet, who was a terrorist;
I've became a runaway to the faraway lands.

Rise!
I command you to rise from your grave!
Into your shaved beards!

I'm in a game of child's play,
In such a great world,
I'm enjoying life,
Without rhymes.