You kneeled for real steel,
the solution for law enforcement.
Self healing, unfeeling,
a prototype to erase the lawless.
He didn’t despise them, just recognized them
as objects, targets to terminate.
I used to watch him carefully late at night.
How he spread the governments view of light.
A kind of light with justice as it’s source.
The commands he followed with all his force.
But he was unhuman
and you made the final deciscion.
You conspired and he retired
to the city-dump to rust in the dust.
Stocastic, plastic thoughts and actions.
Despair.
Uncontrolled bodyheat.
Repair.
The definition
of pure fury in his mind.
He doesn’t compromise.
You have to realise that he wants his sweat revenge.
He doesn’t despise you.
Just recognize you as an object, a target to terminate.
I see him watching you carefully late at night.
Now he’s spreading his own view of light.
A kind of light with fury as it’s source.
The feeling he follows with all his force.
