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.