ART IS RESISTANCE
Threshold King of Everything, Philosopher and Artist; downright to the marrow, he's the arrow through the heartless. Sunlight in the afternoon, his shadow travels furthest. Woven through the heart of doom he's bursting through the surface, hardly nervous - suffice to say he understands his purpose.
And when the day arrives
I'll become the sky
And I'll become the sea
And the sea will come to kiss me
For I am going home
Nothing can stop me now
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