The theory of evolution
Of a broken, bleeding heart
Comes naturally by selection
When two souls are torn apart
Souls with no direction
Scattered all around
Lie in jagged pieces
Across the molten ground
When the changes threaten
And the breaking starts to come
The souls of bitter endings
Forget where they’ve come from
So the theories and the myths
Evolve like bleeding hearts
From selection by bitter endings
When souls are torn apart
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