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 look to etchings based on fear
(Who am I? Why am I here?)
And think you’ve found the answer
You presume to know the mind of God
And grant 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 come to be
You look to etchings based on fear
(Who am 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