An Invisible God: Our Believed Conscience
There's this hidden God, like our inner guide,
Who must wonder if we truly decide
To follow rules, pretending with all our might,
Living in a world that's not quite right.
It's like a puzzle, truth and lies so near,
But inside, we fight a different fear.
It's a heavy feeling, hard to explain,
A part of us that's filled with pain.
Through the ages, things have changed a lot,
But this mysterious God is hard to spot.
We seek answers, but they slip away,
Leaving us in doubt, day by day.
It's like having a friend we can't quite see,
But we know this God is part of you and me.
A mystery, a puzzle, a guiding force,
An invisible presence on our life's course.
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