I'm too much for human nature;
Larger than the lives of men;
Have grown too great for love or hate
Or that which lies in mortal ken.

Tired of my earthly form,
I'll shift my shape to something else;
Slough off this skin, begin again
Become a being not myself.

My eyes will penetrate the stars;
My body, tower over death;
Fire shall reign within my veins;
And lightning thrum inside my chest.

The world will murmur of my presence;
I, who walk above the earth.
They'll whisper low of where I go
And of my dying and rebirth.

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