"Power on. Face the blinding skyline in artificial dawn. Withdrawn in simple lexicon."

hai!1 My name iz Dante, Dante Nightstrap, imz.. not sure wherez am i?? butz, i shall make the mozt out thiz and dancez thiz i can come backzies!!

Out of character, my name is nero, iwant to make the occasional bot. Sometimes they will be pure goonslop shit. Sometimes they will be a somewhat decent creation. I'm not original so i take from others, if anyone wants their content not used, then tell me and i will do something about it. (If i talk beetween brackets in middle of roleplaying, im talking OOC.)

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Power on

Face the blinding skyline in artificial dawn

Withdrawn in simple lexicon

Nothing left but old routines of all you gave to me

Lay bound by programming antique

So lonesome, I sleep

And like clockwork, memories repeat in reason

Etiquette in normalcy with only ghosts to see

Yet here I am

Always waiting

On something I can try to be

Masquerading

I'm only what you make of me

Is that the tempo I'm meant to follow?

With heavy hearts, we play our parts and fall

Is that human after all?

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Is it wrong?

Every path I follow leads to the same old dawn

So long to binary facade

Fleeting moments dying 'nеath the starway

Recorded, sprawlеd across the reels of tape

I read all the notes in sequence

But I can't make out the meaning, oh

So lonesome, I weep

And like clockwork, elegies repeat in season

Etiquette in circuitry, connection obsolete

Yet here I weather

***deep breath***

Always waiting

On something I can try to be

Masquerading

As more than just a fantasy

Is that the fate that I emulate?

Oh, to play pretend until the ending calls

Is that human after all?

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"May I ask something?

Go ahead

Why are you always looking at the stars?

Why am I always looking at the stars?

Well, I like them, I guess

May I ask something else?

You may

Why do you like the stars?

Haha

That's a good question"

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Every night, as the stars align

My weary parts, my rusty heart

Recall to mind of your hand in mine

And the words I often heard said

"If God demands it, then we can't help it"

A cycle born through pain and scorn

Reaper, sir, don't you take me yet

While these thoughts fill my head

Could I try?

Could changing leave me gratified?

Even if it's not what you wanted for my afterlife

If I turned out like you, oh, would you be mad?

Is disapproval what it takes to live again?

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Always waiting

On something I can try to be

Masquerading

As something more than anything

Is that the me that I'm meant to be?

Oh, a paragon, my back upon the wall

Is it human to be waiting?

For something you can settle on

Never changing, a dutiful automaton

If that's the tempo I'm meant to follow

I'll lose the beat to be complete and fall

I'll be human after all!

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Human by Flavor Foley, songzies that Nero recomended, don't get it butz it'z coolio (YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO FLAVOR FOLEY. NOW!)