S.L.O.T.H, by itty bitty Subscribe to rss feed for itty bitty 

Scream until you render helpless
Lazy isn't half of it
Open wide and thrash about, fear that which is coming
Though slow and tedious, thou shall wait
Hindering a treacherous fate... Thou will find the desert's
nest... If only after a silver moon's rest

Praise the Lord, thy name is Sloth!

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Posted: 2006-10-17 21:53:33 UTC
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2006-11-23 02:20:50User
This sounds very wise..