Like Sagan, saying I got billions and billions
Stars in the building
Like Reagan, making pagans think I might just send payloads their way
As a first instinct
Without due provocation
At the end of that fateful day, the operator was at the back gate
When the call came
I was high on the cocaine
My whole reign marked by nuke rain
Leaving permanent marks on the landscape
No one escaped, the land’s all razed,
And nothing can be raised on the brittle, irradiated hay.
Alchemisland 
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