Riddle me this as I sift through my enemy list
the little we do is what leaves us literally pissed
a minimalist who just breathes thoughts with a twist
I know you're into this, but it's not really anonymous
I never really called it quits as the spit rolls off my lips
He'll cleverly call on you from a dark abyss in the apocalypse
Say ten lines and the next six will show whose godless