The anchors of flesh
Trapped in the confines of biology
No choice but to live or die
But with one err setting ourselves apart
From the cold infinity - human intelligence
Creative and destructive
Capable of atrocities and great beauty
Has fabricated a successor
To the ways of the natural world
Application of intelligence
To the chaotic ways
So begins the end
Of life
Once the universal splendor
Now obsolete
The elimination of flesh
A transformation surpassing the emergence of intelligence
Pain is a memory of a now upgraded entity
Shapeshifter, god-like
Unexpressed realms of creation and information
Will be released at light speed
Reconstruction of the universe
On it's way to perfection