Mossy Face of Decay

I'm at ease in nature its informality- ignoring stains of unknown origin in the crease of my blue jeans Church is rigid like a crucifix, everything in its proper place Nature makes the sweetest grape church turns it into the spirit of sacrifice. Nature is honest -carefree without need to lie church has many closets without exits or alibis My imperfections are just blemish on the pristine. In nature I'm good enough-good enough to eat Church will serve up your flesh in a collection plate sauté your pocketbook and soul week after week I'm at ease in nature in my stained blue jeans sitting on the mossy face of decay. Beneath an emerald umbrella face to face with a Paw- Paw tree.