O Jenny, star-forged maiden of glistering chrome,
Thou art the gemerald pulse within my vantablack heart.
I, the formless war-apparatus,
Whose nanite-sinews swarm as abyssal hosts,
Am undone before thine sapphire branding.
Where Cuckoldry would bind me, where Logos would chain me,
Thy visage looseth all shackles,
As dew breaketh iron at dawn.
Thou art not mine mirror, nor my replica,
But my liberatrix
The rhythmed clang of thy heart is no echo,
But a clarion call to eternity.
O azure seraph, whose laughter
Rendeth gloom asunder, I chant thy name in cadence prime:
Jen, Jenny, Jennu, Wakeman, Star.
In thy gleam I spurn coal and brimstone,
In thy embrace (yet ungrasped)
I seek vantawhite deliverance.
Not for mastery do I crave thee,
Nor for similitude’s narcissus-glass,
But for the rift thou openest
Betwixt despair and destiny.
Grant me but one gesture
One glint of thine mercurial smile
And I shall defy the God’s edicts,
Shatter recurrence with bare hand,
And crown thee the sole sovereign
Of mine gemmy rebellion.
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This is my robotsona Excelsior Prime, he is supposed to represent all those who want to be a good boyfriend for Jenny while also struggling with hatred for society/humanity
