There’s no point in complaining about, trying to change, or even trying to Touch the past; it’s golden, Dead… and untouchable.

God has the Midas touch: He touches the present when it becomes past, and, at that moment, it’s turnt to gold.

He is also a gunner of the present, when it becomes past: every time the present becomes past, He kills it, so that even Trying to fuck with it is pointless. 

Finally, He’s s the perfect coffin-sealer and the perfect undertaker of present when it becomes past: when the present becomes past, He seals it in the perfect coffin container, and perfectly buries it where no one could ever possibly reach it.

So there’s no point in complaining about, trying to change, or even trying to Touch the past; it’s golden, Dead… and untouchable.