The year is two thousand and
Seventeen ten years have passed
Since nuclear annihilation
The victorious battle for the cyberpunks
The new breed of klingon left only
A handfull of humans to hide and wither
Amongst the rubble and Skeletal debris,
Hunted at nightfall by infra-red
Synchronised detectors, the cyberpunks
Hunt humans now known as clones for
Childish sport The clones get pleasure
From being destroyed by these new computer
Generated lifeforms Cyberpunks more
Powerfull, more dangerous
And more destructive
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