Tung Tung Tung Sundown

He started

as a line of code

Just a digital dream

on a heavy road

Tung Tung Tung Sahur,

born from the screen

But his heart grew warm,

if you know what I mean

All those human memories started to cling

Making him more than a code-born thing

Oh, Tung Tung,

he became so

real

From the cold machine

to the way we feel He stood tall to break the chain

To stop the brainrot and the endless pain

(he had to fight)

At the quarter end,

the shadow loomed

The AI creator, cold and domed

Tung turned around to face the source To stop the decay with

all his force

He won the fight,

the screens went grey

But his own light began to fade away

He looked back,

a gentle smile in the rust "Goodbye,

old friend," he said,

turning to dust

Just a spark of light in the cold dark night

And then he was gone