The desert hath no wind or rain in sight
With sun and clouds I do bemoan my fate
For our God above hath used in all his might
The sun and son await me at the gate
To heaven and paradise do I seek
From the hellish conditions I am in
As I go to the gates the tears do leak
For the fate I encounter is in sin
The fiction I read and ships that do sail
May not be virtuous in the Lord's eyes
Nor the memes I do seek do me a fail
The angst within these heroes idolize
My dankest endeavors landed me here
Spend no more time hearing this with your ear(s)
Not perfect iambic pentameter, but it'll do.