Above the exponentially farthest stars
Because there is floating heaven without a location.
The only True God, He is whom I vomit words about,
Jesus Christ engulfed in His blood, only lived as a King.
Who am I question His existence, His power, and His Father.
My curtain is never upright but always slanted,
for I am only peeking through a peephole to the other side,
and displaying portions of my inside thought.
My level is only the sky,
meaning my legs tremble to take a step downwards against gravity.
Being at the highest level means to continue reaching higher,
but I only step downwards against the gravity.