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