Eternal Poetry (Rap)

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Trapped in the fortress of my mind, I long to rewind

Back to the time when I could make connections that feel right

Though these walls defend my weak being, they keep me in

I wish someone was there inside, ask me how its been

Hope I can survive the darkness, keep away from sin

An atheist cursed with morals, how can I win

Rub the stubble on my chin, I contemplate

Whether I should strengthen the barriers, or open the gate

For its true what's inside is too vulnerable, can't bear the hate

But alone in the cold water its rusting, no longer first rate

And just to get an extra read, to you I dedicate

I know the number is amusing, but Mr. Funny's late

Floridaman got corona, alligator brew couldn't save him, such is fate

Mememan got autocorrected at last, outclassed, going back in the past

Cut open everything to see if its cake, a metaphor that this world is fake

Astronauts in space in space suits, holding guns to each other, doing a retake

Asking if its all a green screen? Always has been

Marvel used to be good material for memes, now it just gives them sad feels

My hero could've double-snapped to recover himself, but death was part of the deals

We talk about modern problems, and big brain time

Yet bigoted thinking still isn't ancient, is this a sign

Our species is evolving but backwards, logic is dying.