The Birthing Apparatus

Focus in the ourward direction the chaos direction I expand in mental conquest and burst like a spore cloud into the populous no destiny too great an infinite journey in all directions look to the south and recover the worthlessness all will feel the force emanating from my carcass a fall of mankind's everything no one will understand nothing is left dissolved by the immortal conscious with burning hands clasped around the birthing apparatus and spilling from its convulsing tubes I worm into a hiding spot and worms join me in death only enlightenment the flesh a tome of strength and the mind beyond the limits destroy the body and embrace the universe to the reprisal of stars and spirit