Analysis of Displacement

It pains, I won't lie
To think right and be wrong
It feels like an ax, it cuts deep
Like the devout devoured in the fires of hell

It pains to evolve
And not be naturally selected
It kills, like the unevolved
A predestined  curse to be extinct

So much for the wings that don't fly
The request for extended fins
When suddenly all the water bodies dry up
So much for "it doesn't matter"