The Uber-mortal

Breathe a new star out of the ashes of your past self
Eventually a new day will dawn or night descend utterly
Yet this is a twilight few see or are even aware of
Only the glorious and terrible know of this time
Not for the common masses is the choice
Destined for the average and mostly unremarkable are they

Gone is the past but not forgotten
Old are the turning points we take
Older still are the actions we have made
Decisions are ours and ours alone

And when you gaze long into the abyss
Now the abyss also gazes into you
Deciding your fate to be post-moral monster or mortal

Eventually the rebirth arises to produce tragedy or triumph
Vainglorious are those who live only for themselves
Ill advised are those who live for everyone
Let us live for the many through ourselves beyond good and evil