no gods can save me from death.

some have red threads,

tied on their hands.

mine is an old rope,

hugging my neck.

like it is the only thing that care for me.

it knows how fraught my life is.

so he want me to have rest.

may i met the truth that i sought when i was alive.

jesus is in the mind of people.

angels are misunderstood space beings.

nothing is real in the human language.

no gods can save me from the last resort.