Honestly, I want to go down N history
As the person least worth REMembering
'cause if Ü want Truth N its entirety
Dying's the 1 way 2 become fully free
With No §trings attached, not a thing
Bar Me holding back my comeback, thus
Meaning: Death's not a material thing
Mundane as matter, scattering as dust
N wind when it spontaneously combusts
I mean dying & leaving behind Nothing
No Memory, even hard drives must rust
As the only way Ü can trust Causality
Won't recreate reality then requiring
Me 2, again reawaken, when restarting
Samsara, cycle N between bizarre cars
With öDD familiarity so feel uniquely
Me, although existing intrinsically N
Its §elf, so too the shelf above 12th
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Honestly, I want to go down N history
As the person least worth REMembering
'cause if Ü want Truth N its entirety
Dying's the 1 way 2 become fully free
With no strings attached, not a thing
Holding Ü back 2 counterattack bar Me
& I do not mean something so material
As mundane matter, scattering N2 dust
I mean dying & leaving behind nothing
No memory, even hard drives must rust
For that's the only way ØИΣ can trust
Causality 2 create reality, requiring
Me to reawaken again, thus restarting
My cycle like Samsara N a bizarre car
Familiar & uniquely Me, intrinsically
Its self as well the shelf above 12th
317: hellish mess (ΣY∃ don’t mind if Ü forget Me)
