Let us make final kick to Lord

All my life is struggle with shit
because it is the case of doom,
& now i fall down again in pit,
this pit will self-destruct at noon...
Tomorrow we will reach the Sun
but day before we were in dirt, -
from shit to duke - it is as fun
as fun to kill his slave for Lord.
My bridge is nearly complete
but river grants another course;
it's very poor benefit, -
we'll drop this joke with no remorse;
i can expand my sails for breeze
but party's dead & calm around.
If nature drops my team to knees
then Gods will take all dreams to crowd...
& crowd has no hands but arms,
it goes on marsh without legs,
my dreams are fuel, World to dust
God grants no answer I should beg.
But even Temple will hear scream
of bloody lips without tongue
about herd who raze my realm,
Shrines crumble to time & Time so longs
It stands alone with deadly touches.
Its limbs close space from us apart,
Gods never loved Time too much.
Time never minds improtant parts
Such as You, Angels, as You Lord
because You've kill us all the time,
Time only grants insaneful rush.
Your struggle with Diablo doing fine,
Skulls of my brothers fill your stash.
i'll never be immortal god
But looking for my deathless heart ...
i am immortal (of some sort) -
Your rout is near, so my start!