Most souls these days
Exist in delirium
A fog of zeal
So sure of our own perspectives
Right is right
And everything else is wrong
God must laugh
Or cry
At our arrogance
We see what we want to see
From inside the cave
And shut out any inkling of doubt
Blinded by righteous certainty
Clouded by what we feel
Stumbling through life in a fog of zeal
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It’s true, and such a soft way to say it. I know it applies to me too. I hope to keep an open heart, but it is so hard.
Love it sis, well said