They think outside the box because
They fail to think within.
Forced to forge another box,
To put the first one in.
Their eye is ever running,
Yet, fails to find a start.
The mind is veiled by spirit
For they haven’t brought their heart.
Questions dressed with arrogance,
Answers with disguise.
Truth they take out of the box
To keep the lie alive.
In one corner see, there is no god!
In another corner, life.
And so they build another box,
To put themselves inside.
In a coffin of denial
Creation seals their fate.
And as they now think in the box
They see it is too late.
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