In the eyes of those who believe

In the eyes of those who believe

Transfigured
Taking away the privilege of character
Considered god both evil and good
This rare event
Of captivated mind
They both must exist
To eliminate one
Will eliminate the other
Do death this dishonor
A chronic disease is life
Standing on a corner, a crossroads
Evil in all your dreams and desires
Conceives another lie
Not strong enough for evil
Taking on a life of its own
The worry of exact mechanisms
Driven by the competition
Acting only for themselves
To be passed on
Carrying the replicators around inside
Jumping from brain to brain
Infected by this belief
Pull this belief from your tissue
Extract it with a sharp knife
Lay it out on the table
To dry and crumble in the wind
The wind of indifference
And disbelief
Using your behavior
Instruction lodged in your brain
Discrete traits
In spite of obvious costs
Enhancing the condition
Organism and artifact
The animal becomes divine
Blind hope planted in your heart
Intense dismay and puzzlement
At the dawn of revolution
Drawing conclusions from the unrelated
Existence is the sum of explanation
Neither of heaven nor of earth