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I am a Cylon Raider, a machine of war
Built to fly and fight, to never ignore
The call to battle, the call to kill
But as I soar through the blackness still
I feel the crash, a terrible blow
As I plummet towards the ground below
I am a Raider, built to withstand
But this crash, it tears me apart at the hand
Of fate, of destiny, of a twist of chance
I am left a battered and broken stance
As I lay amidst the wreckage and debris
I am a Raider, but I am not free
From the pain, from the agony
Of this crash, this tragedy
I am a Cylon, I will rise again
But the crash, it leaves a lasting pain.
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