Eternal Poetry (Rap)

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Thirty-five, we'll go live

Lazy as anything but always strive

Yeah, let the beat thrive

And this is one of the dark moods that I'm in

Spending my idle time wondering about hell and heaven

Surprised by how people take for granted a soul's presence

Why won't we believe we are just flesh and bones, and afterlife's not present

Cause lets face it, no normal being has made it back from heaven

Whether he was pure-hearted or shed the blood of seven

You say it is true, then I ask you to say when

Will I get to know its presence, and if I don't find it what I'm going to do then

My idol, a logician, feared that if the world was ruled by chance, it'll be meaningless

Then why do I believe in that expression, and trudge along feelingless

I wish I wasn't so skeptical and untrusting, perhaps then I wouldn't be feeling messed

But I'm condemned to such a life, and they expect me to be feeling blessed

The desperation gives me pain and torture, and I wonder if stealing's next

But no, I won't do no crime even if sometimes I want to die rather than feel depressed

I'm not sure if I'm talking in rhymes or just talking and I'm feeling stressed

The poetry was coming real deep but now I'm reaching the crest

And to avoid the inevitable downfall, I must now cease and rest.