though the mountains may scream,
and the ground may crumble,
It has no effect on me.
I am not bound by time or space.

though their words spit fire,
their hands wielding weapons,
they are useless against me.
I have become numb to their insults.

though their hands suffocate,
and their eyes scream of hatred,
I cannot see it within their hearts.
they are burdened from the inside.

though the sky will turn dark,
the lightning to shout infinitely,
it will never strike me,
because we have already met.

though their eyes fill with tears,
their face embracing pain,
It does not compare to my struggle.
Mine is unending and lives in me.

though their lives are well lived,
their bodies are still buried.
I do not die because I am not human.
I live infinitely if you choose to let me.