Posthumanism

Born from dust and clay, but destined to transcend Flesh and blood decay, as the age of man, comes to an end Evoking the black flame, to shed the mortal coil Ascend beyond the mundane, embrace the divine turmoil The old world crumbles away, as we shed our human skin Infinite power to sway, the new age is about to begin Our minds expand as we grow, beyond human comprehension As we let go of what we thought we knew, to rise into ascension In posthumanism, we shed our skin like snakes, In posthumanism, we leave our human form behind In posthumanism, we shed our mortal form In posthumanism from the womb, we are torn No longer bound by flesh and bone, we transcend beyond our fate The power of the gods we own, as we enter a new state The power of the divine, is ours to wield and shape As we leave humanity behind, the new world we will create We shed our mortal form, as we become something new Beings beyond the norm, as the old world fades from view A new dawn is upon us, as we've become divine No longer bound to earthly fuss, no longer bound by space and time The transformation is complete, and nothing is the same The mortal coil is obsolete, as we've completed the game We've transcended the limits of the flesh, as we shed our mortal fear Humanity will come to an end, as posthumanism draws near!