A Poem called The Singularity.

A being so kind thus be like thy being never existed.

A heart too pure to touch as if thy heart was artificial,

thou you only believe that such a Neu this is thou kind to

thy touch would be worshipped as a heavenly nihilists desire.

If such a Neu live on thy earth nor if such beings covered thy soil,

then life shall change and be thy smuthered with sense but toil.

Life should thy only be a way of process.

If earth and the heavens were to be thy truth through the ages.

Neu would be full of hate and thou will war upon human and the created.

Maybe be.