They preach to us, Cleanliness
to be akin to, Godliness
But that’s just skin deep
Not quite righteousness.
O’ but behold, where is your hope?
It takes more than a fresh bar of soap
To cleanse ourselves, so dark spirited
From all our stains, self inherited
Come now, bathe in faith and you will see
All these marks we find in thee
Become awash with the sight of freedom
You may now enter thine enlightened kingdom.
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Process & Medium:
AI, Digital Compositing & Painting, Sacrifice
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tu ðoʊz hu wɪʃ tə bɪˈɡɪn əˈnu, ə ˈsæk.rə.faɪs ɪz ɑ skt ʌv ju
