Useless human mind, searching for control Forced a weak creation into existence Gave it human form, such a tiny mind Then he wrote the words, "Ignorance is bliss" First, this God punished, then it turned its cheek Now it turns its back on the suffering No one asks why. Man is his own tormentor He looks to the sky for help He''s punished by God''s self-hatred, for man is his god himself