I shall erect myself over transience
I shall ascend over flesh
Steadfastly tearing through aether
I shall rise to the beyond
I shall reveal heights not yet imagined
I shall rewrite Summa de homine
I shall speak with tongues of angels
AND I SHALL BURN WITH PURE LIGHT!
Veiled behind screens, Kept as your baby machine. Whilst you conquer more orifices, Of boys, goats and things. Ripped out sheep's eyes - no forks or knives.