I am what is.  Art is all around me, myself, and I.  Touching all the aspects of art and give it a purpose

My purpose, well that’s obvious was to entertain my enemies as I fought. I gave the battlefield a performance like no other.

I excited all who watched me as my arts  dazzled and amazed as they , my targets explode into death. Their blood excites me still.

I am not dead nor am I among the living all I am  is what I intend to be.
The final curtain has not yet called for my end, it is merely just a very loathsome and tiresome intersession with no excitement.

Their eyes enchant me to be the best those brothers, there they sit side by side awaiting me ,look at them hated enemies yet they sit together to watch my performance.

Well then, I must give them what they asked for now shouldn’t I?
There it is I am awaited, see it? The curtain it rises  as the spotlight is on, my hands dig into the specified clay I hold and as I mold my final masterpiece I quote “ART IS A BANG!”.

I am not dead nor am I among the living, I am alive by those who believe that I am alive.
I shall live inside all the artists who have a passion for it, after all, art is a bang!