The soft Flesh of hubris Cloaked in a self-indoctrinated iron facade Instantly shattered by will of infinite ire Meet my gaze The falling miasma of dread "I have poured my soul into the lowest plane" Entering the Aether Body Grinder Shatter Calcium dust Dripping clusters of sinew Curdled crimson lumps A weak cloud of plasma An ignorant paste Born to a race of multi-dimensional beings, now you exist in none.