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ShortyMST3K
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(1/2/01 11:06:14 am)
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 Metal Sonic poem.
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^_^ Bwhaha... Time for a round of torchure I thunk.

Metal Sonic
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His arms, pure metal,
His eyes, blood red 
He's like a lion,
who hasn't been fed.

Dr. Eggman crows,
while Sonic watches on,
Metal powers up,
And then, he's gone,

Sonic and his doubleganger,
fight sky bourn,
Amy watches, almost crying,
as Sonic hits the soft lawn,

Metal looks on,
blank faced,
as Eggman laughs,
Sonic decides to set a new pace,

Sonic spins and leaps,
hoping for progess,
So that hopefully, when he's done,
Metalla will only be a mess,

Metal buckles out of the sky,
Sonic looks on and waggles his finger,
Eggman curses his creation,
"Curse you, Metal, why didn't I build something bigger?!"

In the end, they both know,
There can only be one Sonic,
and as we all know,
it only can be the true, living Sonic.

010101010101012.

*bows*