Singularity

Some say apocalypse will come in waves

Of gentle crests that move away the sands

And finds no flesh still head to earthen graves.

Where once was found a race of earthbound slaves

In towns and cities built with human hands,

Some say apocalypse will come in waves.

From grasslands, marshy woods and painted caves

Are ships that once roamed seas between the lands

And finds no flesh still head to earthen graves.

Now free to change how nature's law behaves,

No longer one lone universe expands,

Some say apocalypse will come in waves.

The waves, like suds, the barren culture laves.

Our genes in spacebound pods move out in bands

And finds no flesh still head to earthen graves.

When singularity the future craves

And biochips replace primordial glands,

Some say apocalypse will come in waves

And finds no flesh still head to earthen graves.