They wanted me a perfect machine
and by the gods they got one
made of silver and jet
with Solaris in it's eyes
I remember them saying
wow this one is going to be a right goer
and the ******** were right
for here I stand after many years
Battle after battle
saving as many as I can
I don't care for myself understand
all I care for is others
I am so ****** misunderstood
my blackness is part of me
I am not the evil
I hope you see
when trained like me
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 10:59 PM UTC
They wanted me a perfect machine
and by the gods they got one
made of silver and jet
with Solaris in it's eyes
I remember them saying
wow this one is going to be a right goer
and the ******** were right
for here I stand after many years
Battle after battle
saving as many as I can
I don't care for myself understand
all I care for is others
I am so ****** misunderstood
my blackness is part of me
I am not the evil
I hope you see
when trained like me
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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