This poem plainly lampoons and rebukes evolution as a dangerous theory. It labels it as eerie, polluting men's minds, of no substance, promoter of lies, confusion, darkness, gloom, and where it ends up. All "odd-numbered-lines" rhyme with "eerie theory." (continued below)
An Eerie Theory, 16 lines
(continue from above) The "house of speculation that Darwin built" is accepted largely today due to much ignorance and compromise. It is time to push back and stand up for true science (Creation and Divine design) again.
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