Slacker's Creed Poem by Alistor Isolé

A burden heavy laden down
Piled upon the shoulders weak
Dark with stress and pain abound
Mind of blank and soul of meek
Burning with the mind on fire
Burning with a heart of grim
Useless knowledge doth require
Corrupt the strength left feeling dim
Endless hours toil and trouble
Lasting nights of darkened sky
Headaches wracked O then do double
Effort wasted soon to die
A tree thus planted seeds of hope
Watered with neglect and wrong
Blinded hands in darkness grope
Forgot the tree now left too long
Regret the soul's uncaring streak
Over is the hour late
Lying of the efforts weak
Unaccepting of the fate
Now left the tree are logs of fire
Deep within the facade pale
Burn the work that fuels desire
Know inevitable fail