The Symptom

I got the mathematics right
Created day and night
Created a man called Adam
However I didn't realise
Throughout all of time
There would be a man like Douglas Adams

His hitchikers guide
Took you for a ride
And introduced you to something new
Through the medium of fun
A new discussion begun
About the answer that was forty-two

Now at my discresion
For the ultimate question
Of which forty-two is the answer
I don't mean to insult
But look to the occult
Its not so full of daemons and monsters

If you look for the answer
All you find is questions
You don't find it in church
Or any theological lessons
So if you start with a question
You wont find an answer no...
But if you start with an answer...
You may find out.. you know

I created the world
All the boys and girls
I might be a great magician
You might be all in my head...
Alive or dead...
Or an experiment for my mission

So are we real or not?
I say.. so what?

I'll send you a sign..
To prove intelligent design...

And remove the cause...

            but not...
                    The symptom.