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