The Last Recluse

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The man had a claim on a fortune,
trapped in an iron lung fortress.
When he passed I passed on a lot;
never wanted a thing from the pisspot.
Culture is forever; family's a breeding spot.
Never means never means a lot, a lot.
Whenever we tried to make the feathers fit
the birds flew away forever and that's it.

Ain't nothin' left to eulogize.
Just another face for the archives.

Archenemy, namesake, false place.
No place left in the safe space.
You can turn a man into multiples
but you can't resurrect him into
          something close
to what he never was or wanted to be.
Trees don't grow the same
         from the same seeds.
If this is my "let it be", so let it be.
Another chapter closed on history.

Ain't nothin' left to eulogize.
Just another face for the archives.
You can't be alive when you're dead inside.
Thanks for not taking me along this tine.