Evolutionist up a tree

The hatemongers have succeeded in chasing me up these branches, yelling
"Whats the matter, Darwins son, why can you not be free?"
Why can you not grow some wings, and fly out of your tree

"He has to come down sometime, and when he does well prove to him Creation"
Spread Gods love with sticks and stones and intimidation
And here I am, a refugee from your love, my own, lonely nation
Soon to be broken down, by my accusers, and their plans for deforestation

Fearing for my truth and my life, but my last thoughts are of you
When you said, you dont love me, this time, I took it to be true
And commit to a nosedive from my sanctuary here in the sky
And hope that if my arms will not flap, my soul will fly