Raging storms, caught in its eye, i hope for the end
causing hairs to stand, muscles to hopelessly bend
the winters rage, set the stage, only beaten by time
but insessant rain seems to have defeaten my rhyme
was elite in his time.. nature made him weary w/ age
but in her havoc... she only made him fiery w/ rage
cuz father time, is evidently the victor.. or so it seems
he didnt no the scheme.. cuz nature sews my dreams
and below the fiends, theres a heart of steel, shapen
only the events of father time can shatter, break it
Weary with age, one day wish to be no longer blind
alas, a fight between mother nature and father time
time tells, denied of wealth.. but its all inside myself
but i wonder why emotion suffocates my cry for help
im beside myself, w/ anger and fear, the pains inside
& the feelings that hide it, get more insane with time
abstain from crime, was a good boy - it helped me so
and was so helpful to others, but so helpless though
was selfless though, but now things have changed
never knew before, what makes people sing w/ pain
sting and main, till im faceless, ive gone below myself
and mother nature vs father time -
..... made me to no longer know myself

still here to flow in health.. its never over, times infinity
remind the trinity, when nature talks.. the line's divinity
but its time to end soon.. have the people joined in rage
cuz in talk of immortalness.. its i who coined the phrase