.[Between the gaps in the trembling and calloused
Fingers that cradle his heavy head, Light watches the
Mob of cowards carry Protoman's scarred helmet -- all
That was left of the Man Machine who would have been
Their savior. As the crowd marches somberly back --
Some to their home.
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