You came from dust, you return to dust,

The universe don’t owe you nothin’—trust.

No score to keep, no debts to pay,

The math is cold—it all zeros out anyway.

No birth was blessed, no death’s a crime,

Just atoms swapping out in the grand design.

No heaven’s gate, no hell below,

Just entropy’s laugh as the heat death grows.

You built a name? The wind erases,

Time’s a thief with no fixed bases.

Your love, your pain, your wars, your art—

All just ripples, then they depart.

Check the ledger—what’s the cost?

If you started broke, then nothing’s lost.

You came from dust, you return to dust,

The universe don’t owe you nothin’—trust.

No score to keep, no debts to pay,

The math is cold—it all zeros out anyway.

Chased the bag like it meant forever,

But forever’s just a clever tether.

Digits climb? They’ll still reset,

Big Bang’s debt ain’t paid yet.

No saints, no sins, just cause and fade,

A quantum blink in the cosmic shade.

Your ego’s loud, but the void’s unimpressed—

You’re a temporary function in an infinite test.

So why you stressing over phantom gains?

The equation ends the exact same.

No plus, no minus, no root, no rise,

Just an echo dissolving in the infinite skies.

You came from dust, you return to dust,

The universe don’t owe you nothin’—trust.

No score to keep, no debts to pay,

The math is cold—it all zeros out anyway.

You built empires from borrowed time,

Monuments crumble—your legacy’s a rhyme.

Kings turn to bones, gold turns to rust,

The only true king? Decay and dust.

Every sermon preached, every law enforced,

Just flailing against the void’s divorce.

Your gods, your gold, your wars, your throne—

Postscript footnotes in the cosmos’ tome.

"From null to null, the loop’s the same,

Input, output—no face, no name.

The universe shrugs, ‘Just play your part,’

Then deletes the file—no save, no heart."