Omega
Author's Note: Enjoy the poem and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of the Rockman Zero series.
Summary:
The heart is what counts. Not the body…
The original growls a warning call, priority and hoops enough
I and 0 your fellow, create and pray
Under claws of the white-armoured Repliroid monster banished from Neo Arcadia
Justified destruction, the legendary hero's wily mission
The everlasting red inside "that body" with submerged memory
Badness and nastiness. The virus transferring from hollow capsule
To the wireframe wolf of many forms, but unremitting bald face
Perfect versus perfectly crazy. Tragedy on repeat
The marching orders of evil armies data confirmed
Missile's exacting top gun Ordinance on the extremists
Gold. Eradication in accordance. Peace through bloodthirst
Vile's laughing Messiah with heart ripped, torn – pried out
Crisis inscribed via saber and laser upon the indolent world
Only his human brain could enjoy to the last
Zero is first, the cheap fake
The result, Omega. A devil. A god
Space is falling. Dream copies. Seraphic reproductions
Wake up and scrap a century-long attachment reborn at sleep's labo
Zero is last, the real thing