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Oct 2015
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
Christos Andreas Kourtis
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Christos Andreas Kourtis  London UK
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