april, you may not be the cruelest, but you are the coldest. despite the snow and ice, not minding the chill, all the things in april will follow the ancient order which is ressurection. all the flowers, hardy and yellow come up now, they don't care what the clouds say, in april we all believe in jesus, and we all know moses split the sea in two and the words and the words do not matter for they circle, haltingly, as does all religion, and unknowingly about the truth, stamped in red, stamped in goat blood, stamped in flatbread, in life from the dead
that god did it
god did
god did it