Progression or Regression?

I am a cynic, at best.

DARWIN! Where is this evolution you speak of? I only see dissolution of spirit. All the sheep are slaughtered--they sacrificed one another and gnawed on the bones until their gums bled. Their time as temporary distractions was well spent. My inner dialogue quakes: we have reached the threshold and are soon to enter non-entity. I feel no remorse"I am too disgusted by the stinking excess and the condescending overtones that taint the melodic theme song of Mother Nature, forcing it to churn out static noise. Oh, humanity! Where is the tourniquet of rational thought? We spit repulsion on morphed reflections. We crave for understanding, yet we starve ourselves to isolated shells. What’s the marrow in this caustic circumstance? Where is free will? We’ve become wasted nothingness.

I’ve expired myself to disdain.