Blessed be to God for Darwin

By Cameron Macdonald 

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Born from our successors’ mould:

Pressed like the book flower’s history, distilled.

All around plead hunger and cold,

barely a coded soul, the essence of the transient bourne.

Blessed be to God for

Darwin.

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Held close with devouring prescient compassion,

an autonomous cipher, dependent, giving eyes so beautifully bold, and

like the parched dalai takes every drop of rain.

The species is assured, alas unknown to love’s lost affection.

Blessed be to God for

Darwin.

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Beyond the crib, close kin squawk for affection shared.

Stretched self-survival for scarce resource, but in the blink, empathy.

A bond struck! Superego juxtaposed with sibling care,

the seal of shared fate. Bound. Long live the blood race.

Blessed be to God for 

Darwin.

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Hollow psyches embrace losing innocence, the mirror reflection.

A beast awakens! The rage of man engulfs the heaving chest.

Like a lake the mind draws its sustenance from threads of silver innocence.

Lonesome travellers, a function of self-esteem ready for the General’s test.

Blessed be to God for

Darwin.

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Othello’s worship, the life string, cloys the rational with insanity.

Compounds of charged filaments pull pupils wide and thrust passion’s blood

around a pained body that craves reward! Prone to sacrifice for a nano’s ecstasy.

To deliver a race of supermen with assured threads of heavenly code.

Blessed be to God for

Darwin.

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Passion past, rational, the brood crave wanton id affection.

Shared experience in psychopathic schism, what o’ the future lies?

Friends that bless their union with close distant past attraction,

to secure the chicks’ their implicit great future stride.

Blessed be to God for

Darwin.

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Now the long-haul of social harmony, to teach the dangers back.

A family is set in the castle footings of strength, and to the death will defend!

The sires take naught in affection, but give as they once took -

with no reward but that programmed pride, that saves us from our end.

Blessed be to God for

Darwin.

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Millennia of social expected, warm affection bonding to like.

Supporting the ones that could be us, in need, taking at our expense.

The reward, not the life saved! Nor the easement of the fellow’s plight!

But to save ourselves, nay please, of the betterment of men!

Blessed be to God for

Darwin.

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And Supermen are made of purest blood and selected clans for fighting.

A cohesion dabbed by God’s cow glue of self-righteous DNA.

Carbine driven grey lead over the heads of saluted icons blazing,

to cross our arms in the pine. The sacrifice to the benign cause we make.

Blessed be to God for

Darwin.

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And to all, these clans look to God, with a love that’s blessed divine.

Lest we forget that golden string of history, has etched this desire.

Since supermen are made of groups that follow their linear line,

evolution is the strength of the Lord, as its survival has proven higher.

Blessed be to God for

Darwin.

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