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Evolution, alibi
Sitting on your hands
Evolution abdicates
To ever-tightening bands

Evolution, perfect world
The ape becomes a man
Evolution as your tool
You're burning all you can

Evolution, species lost
Evolved that way for you?
Evolution dies the death
That all your lovers do

Evolution, alibi
The perfect world gone mad
Evolution writing TEKEL
On walls in Leningrad

Evolution cut your skirt
A patch of blue percale
Waving from the heights of Gog
The hand pierced by the nail

Evolution, blinded eyes
Steam away the alibi
Evolution's perfect world
Was never yours to crucify

Evolution, human thought
The stones bring down the roof
Evolution, weary hands
At last you have your proof.

Casey,
A nice poem to all the doubters on the Earth. Excellent work.

Georges.

Georges,

Thanks, but I am not a Poet. :-)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l2OHR0F5GIo

Casey

"Evolution's perfect world
was never yours to crucify."

amen to that brother!

No, and it wasn't "throttle" either.

"Right on, brother" is the proper interpretation.

But I see what you mean I think.

"In God I rust"? I've yet to experience that. I've only met a few. 6 billion to go, enough variety for a very long time without oil (the regular lubricating kind I mean), and more beyond.

Casey