Cyclical.

An eye for an eye,
a tooth for a tooth.
There's beauty here,
if you know where to look.

Forget about the conjecture
Mucked up within the context
Or you'll be locked within a cell
Or under the crushing spell.

I die a little more each day
and quicker when I read the news
but silly me, it's all I can do
to survive within my tomb.

This feeble body fails me
and I laugh in it's face
Just freeze my brain when I die.
Let me escape my fate.

One day, I'll be remembered
If I'm lucky, someone will
and when that day  inevitably comes
I'll finally be relevant.