Black Box
Inside this black box is the devil’s fun house.
Look at your distorted figure in the silly mirrors.
Watchful eyes on park benches at midnight.
Actions speak louder than works behind closed doors.
An atheist finds tranquility in the dark.
Are you scared of the jack in the box?
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