Auspicious Sickness

Did not the gentle stork dip its gentle beak into the raging waters
But to extract life from the oblivious fish
Does not all beauty come from sacrifice
Henceforth, may might we realize this
Pray spare our weak minds, oh hulking bumpers
And, by the eight, allow our tainted hearts to be free from this burdenous guilt

Aweyah
Booyah
Nabengo

I'm suffering from an ailment
And it's rotting inside of my bones
A prisoner to an auspicious sickness
Will always be alone
And I have come from the brink of exile
To see them melting on top of their thrones
In shackles with gilded jewels a plenty
Within themselves a gnome
And I will die on the ground I stand on
If it means I'll be free from this case
Of an awfully correct auspicious sickness
That lives inside my dome

Oh now I've got to get away
Here know I cannot stay
It festers in my mind
My sanity declines



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Writer(s): Kiran Wheat
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