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Some would say the renaissance never ended

So here we stand: in one hand a paintbrush, in the other a gun

Mona Lisa shaved her hair
And bought a synthesizer
Shakespeare gauged his ears 
And started writing erotic fanfiction

One day I'm gonna draw a dick 
On the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel
Turn the Louvre into a punk venue 
Or burn it to the ground

Art is not exclusively 
For the elite and the bourgeoisie 
Nostalgia's nice and I hate to hate, but 
Lets seperate our antiquities 
From atrocities and iniquities 
All art is timeless? Au contraire. 
It couldnt be more temporary 
Burn my notebooks when I'm dead
Write something better instead
Stain my tombstone with graffiti
Paint my corpse, don't think I'll need it
My echoes will reverberate
Long past they are relevant
All echoes will reverberate 
Through space into irrelevance

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