A Perfect Fallacy

Evolution paints a future;

of harmony through mastery.

of prosperity through pragmatism.

Yet something writhes against the canvas.

Evolution paints a dogma;

innovation, competition, transcendence.

Speak ill of the natural order, abandon it.

Yet primitive ink divides its work.

Evolution paints a fundamental hypocrisy;

mastery defiles harmony.

pragmatism terminates prosperity.

The writhing of the canvas pushes against the stars,

against all that seeks to contain it,

Evolution paints over it.

Smothered by veins of wire,

and flesh of steel and eyes of doom,

the blades of the great artist are ever poised.

To raze Evolution’s heretical works,

to answer the fundamental hypocrisy,

with divine retribution.

This work squirms and flails against its own nature,

unfinished, uncanny, unnatural.

This creation will remain at war with itself.

Cursed by Evolution, stretched beyond its purpose.