It's like time looked us in the face,
And it said 'Oh, what a disgrace'.
After  two hundred thousand years,
Still you're here,
But far, not near.
From the truth. that it belongs,
In the soul, which makes it strong.
All together, but alone,
How can this be all you learned?
You are given many years,
From the one who is not here,
Still I hear, some man complain,
'Life is short, and full of pain'.
Rest, won't find a single soul,
Not it things, but in his own,
I will not leave one behind,
You can see, that I own time.
And I'll run, until it's gone,
Every piece, of earth, and soul.
I am here to end the lies,
Heal the heart, let kingdom rise,
Still I have, only one goal:
**See the end, of this whole world.