Black Hole Generator - Ouroboros

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