the cruelest part is

the cruelest part is snarling sounds beehind my back snake sounds of hypocrisy out of phoney baloney mouths of deceit the cruelest part is knowing the truth deep down inside without actual physical proof prima facia evidence my lord which is so damn important in this fickle self righteous world the cruelest part is knot being able to return to the woods escaping into the vast mystery of nature absorbing the beauty as my best treasure knowing that God will reward me if i pray the cruelest part is forgeting how to be a woman of the flesh being only considered good or bad in terms of actual sexual production or knot tis a pity that Christ went out solo or that it was necessary that he be born of virgin skin to make God into Man