THE BOX
Confined to a box. Tradition has bound us to four walls. Isolated to the four walls of a dead church. Abuilding structured and founded on morals and beliefs that died when your selfishness confromed. Individuality has weakened and structure of the human personality is being trampled. The disease spreads as darkness stains the walls of these vessels. Their eyes become cold and pride and greed fuel the fire. Once freed from bondage they find themselves caged in a box, This box of poison. Christ does'nt dwell in poison.
Shane Owens
10/12/99
(fFLAMEe)
(THE AFTER)
(THE BOX)
(THE UNSPOKEN)
(WASTELAND)
(BREATH)
