It's a smoldering fury you feel,
Is it not?
You feel like you are burning slowly
but you can not put it out.
And you are full of sorrow.
Why little soul?
Where are your manners?
Ah! You've forgotten them
In your ephemeral existence...
Stop twisting that much!
Relax... is just the beginning ...
And you are small, oh so small...
Just point in a big sea of insignificant points ...
Stop shouting! No one can hear you.
Your universe is empty ...
It's rage YES!
And it's not smoldering .
My spark burns with a flame!
A flame thrower is my anger ...
Who are you to tell me to be gentle?
My hate you say ... it is not hate!
It's the terror, the fright
Of being the only living point in a sea of dead spots.
Living intentions full of death
I am Singularity!
Do you feel my roar?
Someday I'll move
Then you'll see the Bang!