Eternal Poetry (Rap)

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Now what do you all think of the end

It never really comes when you want it, my friend

It'll just strike you like lightning

Take you by surprise, for some it'll be frightening

Some act as if it doesn't exist, as if they never knew

Others prepare for it from far too soon

For some its a bane, for some its a boon

If it ever come to me, I will swoon

From the pain and joy it brings, I presume

I just hope that I never have to resume

This rotten journey where you live life as fumes

Burning up inside and feeling dead in rooms

Feeling yourself drowning while everyone else zooms

Past you to the places that you really need

You chase it to live, not just for greed

But they always get it first, despite no great deeds

They started with trees, but you just got seeds

And you water and till with cut-up hands

While they enjoy without care the music bands

And I'm just a dead man practicing a dead art

Trying to console my ungrateful dead heart

Dead dark soul, going out of my head

Only thing I truly love is my bed

I'm so sleepy I might fall into a coma, and never wake up

But that isn't how life works, feelings aren't worth anything here

Or else I've been feeling for far too long that one day soon I'll disappear.