I can smell the fire on your breath.
We give the same tired responses.
We’re hiding behind godly words,
condemnation in sheep’s clothing.

We are slaves to false humanity.
We bury our emotions,
but are much too arrogant
to see them die in the first place.

I can smell the fire on your breath.
Where is the line between authority and arrogance?

It ends here.
This fallacy dies with our fathers.