The time I lost is gone I'll never get it back But, my years in the dark didn't kill me And my work remains And even though I might not understand what's happening to me I have faith in the final outcome After all, I'm doing what I was intended to do Becoming what I was meant to be I look forward to corresponding with you again And I know it's been a long time I tell you this as a courtesy You can observe my work But there's no point in trying to interfere with it I'm now in full command of my talents I hope the world is ready
Evilution (x??)
Evolition, an imperfect and often violent process The question of good and evil reduced to one simple choice: Survive, or perish (Oh my god) Evilution