Almond Blossoms The Deferring Sentence

Some early gnostic paraded his knowledge weren't they a bunch of unbearable, know it all's with fraternities and with rationale they'd have harden-up-insides icy, soon as blossomed. Van Gogh saw the blossoming springs; the Almond as-a-special tree to him, it was part of the chancel that represented a pearl of hope amidst a backdrop of darkness But here are some know-it-all atheists seen laughing at him his eyes and veins were swollen full to their bursting brim. God doesn't-exist forget your brushes, your oils, your gospels those apostles, don't sing that nonsense hymn, don't paint those blossoms; you're all just deferring your sin.