Time Quanteon

The last morphing of identity
Fusioning with the nebular essence
Enlighted by the entrance of brutal complete disolution
No life, no death
Just cosmic dust or another universe
Disolving matter, distorted frozen symmetry
Dislocating time, quantum crisis
Sculpted by chaos
I'm filament of eternal
Just a macro-virus, non-divine hand-made
I absorb the concept of Zero
I assimilate the tore of infinity
Becoming hyper-matter
Quanteaon I become time... I become time.