Evolver (First Draft)

My dreams are bleeding

From your dead eyes

Devoid of reason

Your final sigh

Is all I have now

To fill my mind

Growing so distant

Over waves of time

Obscure mutations

Born from lethal air

The womb now poisoned

Genes beyond repair

A bastard fruit of energy

The evolution change

The lame, the sick, the tortured soul

Are all within our range

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