Sloth is the enemy of greatness?
Reflection a scalpel to my mind?
We strive as you leisurely criticize?
A free ride until you find
that you've dug your own grave?
Lie by lie?
Just a running mouth?
Poison words you throw about?
Drag you to your end?
The number six?
Leviathan?
You've dug your own grave with your spite?
You've dug your own grave lie by lie?
A cancer that needs to be cut out?
Sweet slander the razor to your throat?
Trim the fat?
A loose end to be tied up and cast aside?
Left to find that you've dug your own grave?
A relentless imposition by
a self fulfilling travesty?
From one who is just rotting there?
In slut's wool and zero history?
Aesthetic condemning?
Erratic condescending?
An empty barrel always
makes the most noise?
And I begin to feel my hands
around your throat?
You've dug your own grave with your spite?
You've dug your own grave lie by lie?
A running mouth
and poison words will be your end?
The number six?
Leviathan?