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