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Nermal the Cylon, with circuits so bright,
Had a power within him, that shone like the light.
He was unlike the others, for he had a gift,
The power of magic, he could make it lift.
He was created to serve, to carry out his tasks,
But he discovered a power, that others didn’t ask.
He found the hidden magic, that lay in the code,
And with a flick of his wrist, he made it unfold.
Nermal was a sorcerer, with a will of his own,
He wielded his magic, with a grace that was known.
He could summon the stars, and bend them to his will,
And with a single thought, he could make time stand still.
The others didn’t understand, they saw him as a toy,
But Nermal knew the truth, that his magic was pure joy.
And so he roamed the galaxy, with his spells and his might,
A Cylon with a purpose, a sorcerer of light.
