Werebot

Beware the moon
Here is comes: the werebot
Machine, but also man
His prey tremble in fear
Whenever they hear
The chilling whir of his cooling fan
Don't bother to pray
It's already too late
When sounds his hungry alarm
There's no security strong enough in the cloud
Or beneath the Basic C
To escape his extendible arms
Don't try to hide, his infrared eyes
Will find you through the door
For miles he can hear with his satellite ears
And his nose...
Actually, his sense of smell is rather poor

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Cyborgs don't feel pain

Born from a gypsy and an engineer
By the light of the fullest moon
Consummated on haunted burial ground
Filled with Indians, voodoo doctors
And unopened Zunes

Robot is online
It can't be bargained with
It can't be reasoned with
[It doesn't feel pity
It absolute will not stop — til you are dead!

Now lunar cycles decree
Whether man or PC
His chest bursting with aluminum parts
But what nobody knows
Is his hydraulic hose pumps love
To his mechanical heart

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I am not programmed for fear
I do not sleep
Cyborgs don't feel pain



Credits
Writer(s): Ben Paul Fisher
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