Black Hole Generator

Like convulsing fish unaware

Of the murk in which they swim,

The black hole generator

We're all forced to live within.

Self awareness imbued biochemical machinery

Searching for our place at the gates of infinity.

You to etchings based on fear

(Who am I? Why am I here?)

And think you've found the answer.

You presume him greater power.

Each rational gaze through the lens of inquiry

Will widen our view through the cracks of reality.

Consider now, as we all must,

The possibility

That the glorification of a myth

Is what your life has become to be.

You look to etchings based on fear

(Who an I? Why am I here?)

Religious moral guidance

With its crude bronze-age inception

Steers mankind to shallow depths

And in the wrong direction.

We are not the lonely product

Of a maniac creator

We are all living as a result

of the black hole generator.