time

I refuse to live by a measurement, chronological specimen, life with no purpose I hope god is listening, to every word written and spoken, to the air reaching no ear but the silence is clear, this nobody here, but me and aint no body gonna give me, the will to stand on my feet, and hope to be free, but death is just another gate, gates represent fences, that means I'm still locked in a cage, my only defense is, my mind and soul, yet I'm not afraid, my eyes see further than telescopes zooming at microscopic particles from LYs  away my minds awake and running on adrenaline, brainstorming knowledge of ancients recording in my memory if you've seen me you'll remember me even if I'm not the same entity eternally breathing till my flesh grows immune to death and my lungs no longer need to draw breath physical form complete with no risk of death, let's see you master that in a single step, fallen god turn to mortal rise to god again in the end I'm still the same as I began