A Poem called Troubled Neutrois.
This troubled Neu troubled this Neu to be.
They doth sprout this unnessisary growth of conflict
beyond thy marry Neu around them.
This Neu I speak I shout beyond thy high hills
of earth and concrete so cold that
the ice will crack through the waves of time.
They opens thy mouth as if thy mouth was a sword about to kill,
thus the words they speaks seem to disregard
feelings of thy post human soul.
So closed and cold that thy Neu
inside seem to be the wonder of their mind.
Only to make your heart be hit to a point
that the over flow of feelings and thoughts intertwine.