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Dropped dead like possum. I’m a living fossil, Art Basel, fuck a mansion imma build a castle, my pawns turned into knights yo pawns still giving you

heritage will last

Some think our ancient elders were never that clever
They struggled to raise families and braved the torrid weather
They loved and they

By ancient kings discovered
Ayatollah the controller I break
The strings of puppets, soul Killa

Pessimistic, damn they so pessimistic
Even though I'm

have a cup of gourmet coffee
And step to that ancient temple where we learn the Art of Living, and the Art of Dying
Somewhere in ANTARCTICA
Somewhere in

The Nun with the Astral Habit

Cradle of Filth

Darkly, Darkly, Venus Aversa [Deluxe Edition]

2010

The world was her cloister, the abbess Duboir
In the convent at All Hallows fair
A pearl in an oyster she shone like a star
Augmenting her

the truth
Civilization started it was ancient
Setup a caste system put us in the basement
Gotta climb up using stairs
No elevator shortcuts life ain’t fair

The world was her cloister, the abbess Duboir
In the convent at All Hallows fair
A pearl in an oyster she shone like a star
Augmenting her

Follow your dreams, follow your dreams, follow your dreams

I am dancing with the cosmos
Sensing the rhythm
I channel force and stay awake
To ancient

out of the ancient station
Each step takes away one and a half
Folding the spaces away
Between an atom and a draft
Taking a stand at the fair
Separating

end
Like cultures ancient
Bringing classic art like what Picasso painted
While y'all style C-D
Looking so outdated
Word to Kanye
No wonder why the love

Revolutions have an art
From ancient Rome to Tripoli well the end it had a start
But did your leaders do their best?
Or did the piggies fail the test? Like all

Noble works of art, made by man
To glorify gods.
Invaluable intellectuality that does not
Correspond to whom they were, intended.

Hey holy men! How

Two households both alike in dignity
In fair Lorain we lay our scene
From ancient grudge to new mutiny
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean

to ancient machines
Aided the transfer of my prolific aches
Into timeless beauty
An isolationist's homage
Masochism did smile at my symphonic purge of despair

Long ago in ages past Elven kings reigned ancestral Great land of spender Great riches, marvelous art Grand palaces, thriving trade Venerable king

it. So when tomorrow comes
You must free your ambitious mind and learn the art of dying
I check the heat, I turn the stove on. I let my wrist work, I

us to a place to fair
From bold and robust, to light and sweet
the taste of wine, is a treat to eat
Yet in this vineyard of excess, a bitter taste

spreads like tendrils grasp
In shadows dance, the puppeteer's play
The sub-arms in headlines grip
Cold grip
They weave a tale, so fair a misled
Sweet poison

In the Sixth Tower

Opera IX

Anphisbena

the ancient gods ruled the earth, giving abundance and death with a simple and fair hand
Glorious were their crowns, but the greed let the man to no longer

art laid fair.
Hearken to the air.
The Heaven’s declare,
a tale of Jupiter
written in starry fold.
The universe
Is artistry of old.
From genesis

the wealthy get wealthier and the poor get poorer
We all know the rich don't need 7 cars
Million dollar art or a 50 acre yard
Ancient antiques that they think