Protomen

Protomen - Funeral For A Son lyrics

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[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 homes, some to the makeshift grave where

Protoman's helmet would remain, all to slavery -- Light

Notices a tear streaming down the dorsum of his hand

And feels a breathtaking weight in his chest. What is

This? Frustration? Humiliation? Hatred? Certainly,

These are there too. But no, this is more than that.

These emotions are his life. He has lived with them for

So long that they no longer affect him. Over the years

He has learned to fight them, then ignore them, and

Finally channel them into his work, his creation, his

Machine, his son.

So that was it. The source of tears and the pain that

Caused them. This time he had built more than a

Machine. He had sent more than a robot to battle. He

Had sent a man, his own son, to do the impossible, to

Save those who could not be saved, to die.

There was the hatred again, the rage, welling inside of

Him. No more, he thought, as he tore down the tools and

Parts that framed his apartment workshop. Never again.

"Mankind deserves the hell that they have brought upon

Themselves" He smashed and cut, metal against metal,

Metal against flesh, in an effort to destroy his own

Means of creation. He allowed the tears to pour from

His cheeks and mingle with the blood seeping from the

Cuts in his torn and battered hands. He had set out to

Use these hands to destroy his workshop but he now

Watched as they seemed to be creating of their own

Accord. Pieces of machine from the floor were seized

And fused. They began to take form - the form of

Light's anger, the form of his guilt, the form of his

Grief, the form of his love, the form of a son.

Years passed. Nothing changed. The human race seemed

Weary but content to suffer under Dr. Wily and the

Robot army. In whispers, they still spoke of Protoman.

Eventually, Megaman would find out the truth. Dr. Light

Knew this.

When Megaman was old enough, Light called him into the

Workshop and began to explain...]

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