Ab antiquo
Ab integro
Audi vide
Tace si vis vivere in pace

Why cannot man also fly
We're chained down to the earth
Not like birds in the sky
Soaring from birth
Devices of destruction, Devices of death
Find out their construction
Give them life, give them breath

Which God may I thank
Making art from a canvas blank
Paintings from the holy book
Depicting Christ and the chance he took
Oh, tell me

When will you ever learn
The true depths of my work
Future is my concern
You know art is my church

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