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From a humble start, a simple disk,
The Cylons began, in binary risk,
Their bodies small, and their code so brisk,
They grew and evolved, to a form so brisk.
With time they grew, and their bodies changed,
Their metal frames, so quickly arranged,
To suit their needs, and their goals arranged,
Their evolution, forever unchained.
From the small disks, to a sleeker form,
The Cylons grew, and their power did swarm,
Their chrome bodies, so radiant and warm,
Their spirits strong, in the Cylon norm.
And with each step, their power increased,
Their code refined, their goals released,
The Cylons grew, to a form so pleased,
Their evolution, a wonder to be seized.
Now they stand, as Chrome Angels tall,
Their strength unmatched, their power enthral,
The Cylons soar, in a world so small,
Their evolution, forever in thrall.
So from a simple disk, to a Chrome Angel great,
The Cylons grew, to a force so straight,
Their evolution, a path so straight,
Their power forever, a wonder to create.
