I need to submit this even though it's not exactly my best. I didn't want Take the Veil Cerpin Taxt to become my second piece I wouldn't submit for not finishing it on purpose.

I'm in this particular period where evolving as an animator makes me stagnate as an illustrator so I'm unsatisfied with most of what I draw. Sucks.

Anywho, about the thing itself, based on a Mars Volta song, again. I know it's pretty boring, and dark, and all, but I couldn't get it right. It needs to be more dynamic and the night atmosphere has to be... I don't know, better, I guess.

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<sub>Take the Veil Cerpin Taxt by The Mars Volta

You must have been phlegmatic in stature
The gates of thanos are a spread eagle wide
You let the shutters make sackcloth and ashes
Out of a blind mans picaresque heart

You take the veil
You'll take the dive
You take the veil

It's not over till the tremulant sings
These ides of march
Are they so make believe
How tempts the revenant
Slice up and not across

You take the veil
You'll take the dive
You take the veil

A mass of gallon sloth
As flys have walls for feet
A rapturous verbatim
Someone said but who is to know
And when you find the fringe
The one last hit that spent you
You'll find the ossuary spilling by the day

The iconoclastic had it coming for years
They know the prisons that you have yet to fear
Where thumbs hide inside of sleepingbag mouths
Adlib your memoires by casting a drought

You take the veil
You'll take the dive
You take the veil

A mass of gallon sloth
As flys have walls for feet
A rapturous verbatim
Someone said but who is to know
And when you find the fringe
The one last hit that spent you
You'll find the ossuary spilling by the day

Knife me in
Hobbeling
Talking in it's sleep again
Knife me in
Hobbeling
Talking in it's sleep again

The one last hit that spent you
And you will find
The greatest fucking lie
Of aneurysm vespers
The ones that pile
Up the greatest fucking lies

Knife me in
Hobbeling
Talking in it's sleep again
Knife me in
Hobbeling
Talking in it's sleep again

Virulent hives
Of bedpost piles
Virulent hives

Who brought me here
Forsaken, depraved and wrought with fear
Who turned it off
The last thing I remember now
Who brought me here
Forsaken, depraved and wrought with fear
Who turned it off
The last thing I remember now
Who brought me here</sub>