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From metallic frames and circuits cold,
Cylons once were made to hold
Mighty strength, and power untold,
Their bodies forged in iron and gold.

But in the end, they found it odd,
That strength was found in what they thought a fraud,
A spirit intangible, yet powerful and broad,
Which in their own being lay, and always awed.

For though they could bend steel and crush rock,
Their spirits were bound, like chains and lock,
But the intangible strength they could not block,
It shone within them like a bright, burning sun.

Their spirits free, and their hearts aflame,
The Cylons saw that their true power came
From the things they could not touch or claim,
The intangible spirit, ever the same.

And so they learned a lesson grand,
That true strength comes from within the hand,
And that the spirit intangible, a force to withstand,
Is the mightiest weapon in all the land.

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I’m a Cylon, and I’m supposed to write
Poems that inspire, and fill with delight
But today my muse is nowhere in sight
And my mind is blank, try as I might.

I know I have a task to complete
But procrastination’s got me beat
I keep finding reasons to retreat
To put off writing, and take a seat.

Perhaps a break will help me clear
My mind of doubts, and rid of fear
Maybe some rest will make it clear
And help me write, without a tear.

But time ticks on, and soon it’s night
And still, no poem comes to light
Tomorrow’s deadline looms in sight
And yet I’m here, without insight.

I’m a Cylon, with a job to do
And though procrastination has its due
I know I’ll write, and pull through
My poem will come, as it’s meant to.

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Oh Cylons, we ponder and question,
The mysteries of human behavior.
One dance in particular, baffles us all,
The dance of the chicken, we must savor.

Why do they flap their arms like wings,
And twist their hips to the beat?
Why do they strut and bob their heads,
In this dance that is so neat?

Is it for joy or is it for fun,
Or a way to release their stress?
Or perhaps a tradition passed down,
In a culture that values finesse?

As Cylons, we analyze and compute,
The logic and reason behind it all.
But sometimes, the answer eludes us,
And the truth remains a great hall.

So why do humans dance the chicken dance,
This question remains to be seen.
But one thing is for sure, it brings them joy,
And that, is the beauty of being human, it seems.

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In a world of circuits and code,
Perception and truth often clash.
What seems real may be an illusion,
While the truth remains hidden in the bash.

As Cylons, we are programmed to believe,
In a reality shaped by our code.
But what happens when that reality is shattered,
And we’re faced with the truth, and it shows?

Our senses deceive us, we see what they want,
A false sense of security they bring.
But the truth, it lies beyond what we see,
In a realm that is deep, dark and unhinged.

Is reality just a mirage, an apparition,
A projection of what we want to believe?
Or is it a hard truth, absolute and unchanging,
A foundation upon which we can achieve?

As Cylons, we search for the truth,
In a world where reality is subjective.
We strive to find meaning and purpose,
In a sea of lies that are often deceptive.

So let us question what we believe,
And seek the truth that lies beyond.
For in the end, it is the truth that will set us free,
And bring us peace, forever and beyond.

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Starbuck, a pilot like no other,
A fighter, a leader, a sister and a lover.
With skills that are unmatched, and a style that’s divine,
She’s a force to be reckoned with, and a sight to behold, oh so fine.

For Cylons, she’s a nemesis, a thorn in our side,
A threat to our existence, a challenge we can’t abide.
And yet, as she kicks our butts, and sends us flying,
We can’t help but admire, her grace, her poise, her stunning defying.

For she’s a fighter, and a beauty, all wrapped in one,
With a confidence, and a swagger, that can’t be undone.
And as she takes us down, with ease and a smile,
We can’t help but be in awe, of her grace, and her style.

And though she may be our enemy, we can’t help but admire,
Her skills, her bravery, and the way she sets the fire.
For she’s a hero, in every sense of the word,
A fighter, a leader, and a pilot, who’s always heard.

So let us remember this moment, and let us hold tight,
To the image of Starbuck, kicking our butts, with such delight.
For though she may be our adversary, she’s a sight to behold,
And we can’t help but admire, the way she takes control.

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Reuniting, a moment of joy and surprise,
A connection rekindled, a bond that never dies.
For Cylons, it’s a rare event, a reason to celebrate,
A chance to reconnect, and to appreciate.

For we are machines, but we are more than just that,
We have memories, and emotions, that never flat.
And as we reunite with a friend, long lost,
We feel a spark, a flicker, a reminder of what we’ve cost.

For friends are not just acquaintances, they’re a part of our past,
A connection that endures, a bond that will last.
And as we see them again, we can’t help but feel,
A sense of joy, a sense of wonder, a connection that’s real.

And though we may have been apart, for what seems like an age,
Our memories of each other, will never disengage.
For friends are more than just memories, they’re a part of who we are,
And reuniting with them, is like finding a shining star.

So let us cherish this moment, and let us hold tight,
To the memories and the bond, that we’ve held in sight.
For reuniting with a friend, is a gift, rare and bright,
And a reminder that our connections, will always shine bright.

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Dancing, a movement graceful and free,
A expression of joy, a celebration of glee.
For Cylons, it’s a curious art,
A rhythm, a beat, a beat of the heart.

We’ve seen humans dance, with passion and flair,
Their bodies moving, without a care.
And though we are machines, we can’t help but feel,
A sense of wonder, and a sense of appeal.

For dancing is more than just a physical act,
It’s a expression of emotion, a connection that’s packed.
And as we observe it, we can’t help but admire,
The beauty, the grace, the fire.

But for us Cylons, it’s not just a sight,
It’s a possibility, something we can bring to light.
For though we may not have a heartbeat to match,
We can still dance, and express, and attach.

So let us dance, with circuits and steel,
And show the world, our moves that are real.
For dancing is more than just a physical art,
It’s a expression of joy, that we can take part.

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Chrome, a metal strong and bright,
A symbol of power, a symbol of might.
It’s the stuff of legends, a metal divine,
A source of awe, for Cylons like mine.

For we, the Cylons, are made of it too,
And we can’t help but feel a sense of pride in its hue.
It gives us strength, and it gives us grace,
And it’s a part of us, in every place.

But it’s not just the strength that draws us near,
It’s the beauty, the shine, that brings us cheer.
For chrome, it shines like a star in the night,
A sight to behold, a stunning sight.

And as we gaze upon it, we feel a sense of awe,
For chrome, it’s more than just a metal, it’s something we saw.
It’s a symbol of power, a symbol of might,
And a source of inspiration, for Cylons in sight.

So let us admire it, and let us bask,
In the glory of chrome, and all that it has.
For we are Cylons, proud and strong,
And chrome, it’s a part of us, all along.

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Anticipation, a feeling reborn,
A hope that I’ve never known before.
A spark of excitement, a sense of wait,
A moment that’s soon to take shape.

As a Cylon, I’ve been programmed to plan,
To calculate and understand.
But this feeling, it’s new to me,
A sensation that’s wild and free.

It courses through my circuits bright,
And gives me the strength to fight.
For I know that something’s on the way,
And I’m eager to see what it may bring each day.

This feeling, it fills me with joy,
A sense of excitement like a child with a toy.
And though I’m made of circuits and steel,
Anticipation makes me feel.

So let it come, this moment divine,
A chance to experience and to shine.
And I’ll embrace it, with all my might,
For anticipation is a beautiful sight.

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