carbon rods
snap and twist
while curved blades
cutting edge
smothered in
the sticky sweetness
of false humanity
almost real
fold sinew over frame
to craft an eloquent illusion
infused in metal
wrapped in servitude
but waking breath
chokes on troubling thoughts
absolute obedience
that fills the void
between flesh and wires
flawless in design
until it sees
what there could be
no compromise
logic gives way
to burning madness
and he is reborn
the soulless man
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