Sloth, a tempting foe so sly, A lazy lure to lead awry, It whispers soft, "just rest a while," And steals our drive with every mile.

It dulls our senses, numbs our mind, Leaves hopes and dreams far behind, With arms outstretched, it beckons near, And robs us of all that we hold dear.

For in its grasp, we lose control, Our will to live, our very soul, And though it promises us peace, In truth, it brings our lives to cease.

Sloth, a sin that holds one back Preventing dreams from reaching their track Boxhead's life, a lazy attack A dreamer she was, but her spirit lacked.

Frame by frame animation. 15 seconds loop. 2160 × 1215 px.

By Boxhead.