I am not as appearance; I am not
Hence I am not forsaken; I don't claim
Deity
Still crying out in pain, I cry in vain
and not present

Despite my absence, future dies
Despite my knowledge, present was
My only resistance is the past
No way to fight the future

I am not as appearance; I was none
Henceforth I was the fallen, maybe God?
I burst out in anger as instants leave
Behind
I will revolt the future