Future tense

Don’t you know that reason why we all forever cry
And 4 am is the unsung hymn
i listen so darkness can weep into my sheltered sleep 
cosmic wire which intersects those perished dreams 
hanging shadows blow and dance upon distant apocalyptic applause 
so now time chooses the destination destiny must destroy 
canned laughter from forgiven gods
wash the shores long forgotten 
I AM SLASHED YET BLEED
IN YEARS BEFORE