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Life's a Bang When You Die

I see no way to escape this psychedelic art
I'm a painting smeared with aflatoxin
I'm forced to detonate what I can't explain
"Leave nothing," they say, "but a wall of flame."
I'm proud to serve under the will of another
Like a slave, I have yet to craft myself a name.

Anyone care to knock me on my delightfully off-beat ass today? :)

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