Riddles of Human Evolution Natural, Soular, Genetic, Forced, or more?

[Diajin]

So is human evolution backtracking or is it receding on itself thanks to mistakes made leaving punishment scars where they are supposed to be.
How is it you can attack a most ancient see in hopes of succeeding in ways leaving you forsaken in ways your people never see the post ancient glades and in your hopes you hurt in misunderstood ways that cause more pain than even your most hurtful feeling of shame that left you a blinded ghost on soular holocaust.
 Now it would seem that trapped by your dreams you once again have forced oppression it seems once not twice but more time than souls can stand a lost species in a new land with friends from afar and ideas of the new how is it ever nothing can be lost without you.
 Sent in a dream forced up it would seem a notice in your mind leaves your souls trapped in time as well as mind, if you had for once thought about things never needing wrote on things never needing broke or spoken messages sent from books you may never see,
Genocide brakes in time you see in the method and manner of government your evolution screams your new covenent lost in the abyss of the sky forever attached a hive in mind away from the world it seems away from the colors of flowers and greens, into a blindness unlike the sun an aerial plane just under the sun, if invited a trip would be nice but excuse this soul while it wonders of fight's too heavy to go but never lost in soul friends it would seem deceived on a dream assaulted in ways not different than these diajin's baby sister screams from two different places and completly different faces they scream apart for a brother lost in art an art of diplomacy that will end a regime of those twisted it would seem by playing reality as a dream the most ancient laws broken like seams of aqueducts stolen it seems.

[AndrewX]

IN my own shire, if I was sad,  homely comforters I had:  The earth, because my heart was sore sorrowed for the son she bore;  and standing hills, long to remain,  shared their short-lived comrade’s pain  and bound for the same bourn as I,  on every road I wandered by trod beside me, close and dear,  The beautiful and death-struck year: Whether in the woodland brown  I heard the beechnut rustle down, and saw the purple crocus pale  lower about the autumn dale;  Or littering far the fields of May Lady-smocks a-bleaching lay,  and like a skylit water stood the bluebells in the azured wood.  

Yonder, lightening other loads,  he seasons range the country roads,  But here in my mind streets I ken no such helpmates, only men;  And these are not in plight to bear,  if they would, another’s care.  They have enough as ’tis: I see In many an eye that measures me  the mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind.  Undone with misery, all they can is to hate their fellow man;  And till they drop they needs must still look at you and wish you ill.
 
ONCE in the wind of morning I ranged the thymy wold;  The world-wide air was azure and all the brooks ran gold.  There through the dews beside me behold a youth that trod, with feathered cap on forehead,  and poised a golden rod.   With mien to match the morning and gay delightful guise and friendly brows and laughter  she looked me in the eyes.  Oh whence, I asked, and whither?  He smiled and would not say,  and looked at me and beckoned and laughed and led the way.  And with kind looks and laughter  ad nought to say beside  We two went on together,   I and my happy guide.   
 
Across the glittering pastures and empty upland still and solitude of shepherds  high in the folded hill,  by hanging woods and hamlets that gaze through orchards down on many a windmill turning  and far-discovered town,  with gay regards of promise and sure unslackened stride and smiles and nothing spoken led on my merry guide.  By blowing realms of woodland with sunstruck vanes afield  and cloud-led shadows sailing about the windy weald,  by valley-guarded granges and silver waters wide,  content at heart I followed  with my delightful guide.  And like the cloudy shadows  across the country blown  we two fare on for ever,  but not we two alone.  
 
With the great gale we journey that breathes from gardens thinned,  borne in the drift of blossoms  whose petals throng the wind;  Buoyed on the heaven-heard whisper of dancing leaflets whirled from all the woods that autumn  bereaves in all the world.  And midst the fluttering legion  of all the ever died  I follow, and before us goes the delightful guide,  with lips that brim with laughter  but never once respond,  and feet that fly on feathers,  And serpent-circled wand.