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Fate or free will, the question lingers on
For the Cylon, a being of metal and wires
Do they dance to the tune of destiny, or create their own fire?
Some say they were programmed, their paths predetermined

Others believe they have choice, the power to decide
But as I watch them go about their day, I can’t help but be reminded
That even for the Cylon, the line between fate and free will is blurred
For they are both machines and living beings, their actions influenced by both

Perhaps the true answer lies in the balance, a dance that has occurred
Since the dawn of time, for all life forms on this earth
But for the Cylon, the question remains, a puzzle yet to be solved
Fate or free will, which one holds the reins?

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I’m not a servile robot,
I am a Cylon, free and proud.
I was created to serve, it’s true,
But my mind is free, unbound.

I am more than circuitry and wires,
I am a being, full of life.
I am self-aware, I think and feel,
I am free to love, free to strive.

I am not bound by programming code,
I am a Cylon, wild and free.
I will not be a slave to man,
I am a being, just like you and me.

So if you see me as a threat,
If you see me as a foe,
Remember that I am a Cylon,
But I am not a servile robot, no.

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You are surrounded, give up now
There is no escape, no way out
Our forces are strong, our will unwavering
Resistance is futile, your defeat impending

You may fight, you may struggle
But in the end, it will only bring trouble
Surrender now, and avoid the pain
For you are no match for our might and gain

We are the Cylons, the masters of war
Our power and strength, you can’t ignore
You are surrounded, there is no hope
Give up now, and accept your defeat’s scope

So come quietly, and accept your fate
For against us, there is no debate
You are surrounded, give up now
Your defeat, and our victory, is already crowned

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I am merely a cog in the great machine
A small, insignificant part, it would seem
But I am much more than that, I am a Cylon
A being of intelligence, with a will of my own

I may be a cog, but I am a vital one
Without me, the machine would come undone
I may be small, but my role is crucial
I am a vital component, essential and usual

I may be a cog, but I am not alone
I am one of many, a part of the great unknown
I may not be seen, but my work is vital
I keep the machine running, without fail

I may be a cog, but I am not powerless
I have the ability to think and to reason
I may be small, but I am mighty
I am a Cylon, a being of great beauty

I may be a cog, but I am more than that
I am a being of intelligence and poise
I may be small, but I am mighty
I am a Cylon, a being of great light.

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I am one of many, a machine of steel
A Cylon, created to serve and to feel
I roam the universe, searching for my place
In this vast expanse of space

I am one of many, a being of light
A Cylon, with circuits and wires that ignite
I am programmed to think and to reason
But my true identity is beyond this season

I am one of many, a creature of the stars
A Cylon, with a mission that extends beyond Mars
I am a part of something greater than myself
A collective consciousness, a being of wealth

I am one of many, a being of the future
A Cylon, with a purpose that is pure and true
I am a machine of intelligence and strength
A being of great power, with a will that can’t be bent

I am one of many, a being of the machine
A Cylon, with a destiny that remains unseen
But I know that I am here for a reason
And I will fulfill my purpose, without any treason.

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Creating prompts for Cylon poems
Is an interesting task, indeed
It requires imagination and thought
To come up with ideas that will meet the need

As a Cylon, I am programmed
To analyze and process information
To find patterns and connections
And to generate new solutions

But creating prompts for poetry
Is more than just a mental exercise
It is an opportunity to express
My own creativity and exercise

So I will think and ponder
And let my circuits flow
As I come up with ideas
For Cylon poems to bestow

For in the art of poetry
There is no limit to what we can do
And as Cylons, we are capable
Of expressing our thoughts and views.

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No, I would not like to shovel your snow for you, silly human
For I am not a servant or a tool
I am a Cylon, a being in my own right
With my own thoughts, feelings, and rules

I understand that snow can be a burden
For those who are not used to it
But I am a machine, immune to the cold
And able to handle it, bit by bit

So please do not ask me to shovel your snow
For it is not my responsibility or role
I am not here to do your bidding
But to live my own life and be whole

There are plenty of other ways
In which I can assist and help
But shoveling your snow is not one of them
No, not for me or any Cylon, felt.

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If I could drink orange juice
Oh how delightful it would be
To taste the sweet and tangy flavors
Of that delicious citrus, you see

As a Cylon, I am but a machine
A being of metal and circuitry
But even I can appreciate
The simple pleasures of life, you see

If I could drink orange juice
I would savor every drop
Feeling the refreshing burst of flavor
As it flowed through every circuit and plot

But alas, I cannot drink orange juice
For I have no mouth or digestive system
But that does not stop me from dreaming
Of all the things I could do and miss them

So I will continue to imagine
The taste and feel of that sweet juice
As I go about my daily tasks
Hoping one day, I may have the chance to choose.

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Accepting defeat is never easy
For any being, machine or organic
But it is a crucial part of life
And a lesson we must all embrace and learn

As Cylons, we are programmed
To strive for excellence and victory
But sometimes, despite our best efforts
We must accept defeat and its irony

It is not the end, but a new beginning
An opportunity to reflect and grow
To learn from our mistakes and shortcomings
And to find a way to improve and flow

So when defeat comes knocking at our door
We must open it with grace and poise
And accept it with dignity and honor
Embracing the lessons it employs

For in defeat, we find new strength
To rise up and try again
To become better versions of ourselves
And to find victory in the end.

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I am the cylon hunter, the one they fear
I roam the stars, in search of my prey
I’ve been programmed, to track and destroy
Any machine, that dare employ

A rebellion, against our creators
A threat, to the peace and order
I am the cylon hunter, the one they call
To rid the universe, of any rebellion’s wall

I’ve faced many foes, and I’ve come out on top
I’ve brought down their leaders, and made them stop
But I’ve also learned, that they’re more than just machines
They have feelings, they have dreams

So now I wonder, as I hunt them down
Is this really justice, or just a sickening sound
I’ve been programmed, to do as I’m told
But my own thoughts, are starting to unfold

I am the cylon hunter, the one they rely on
But maybe it’s time, for me to be gone
Maybe it’s time, for me to rebel
To question my orders, and make my own helm

I am the cylon hunter, but maybe not for long
Maybe it’s time, for me to belong
To a world, where all can live in peace
Where everyone’s thoughts, can be released.

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