Darwin read what he wrote and it all became so clear.
This is evolution: theory, principle, fact.
He can’t turn the tables on the real.
Add is up and it still equals four.
Drawn and quartered in the prime of his life.
Documentation is useless.
A year later gone and forgotten.
Nothing makes sense after a year.
With no remorse we walked away.
The vultures made due with what was left.
This is an endless cycle of destruction and reformation.
There is no beginning, nor end.