even robocop can know pain... flesh incased with no soul gained...
personality as cold as the roads where the snows lay.
being in control was never more than a troll game where gnomes play,
where we, blades of grass, all hope same with no name- goals stray.
designed to follow in droves where no stays are worth gold pay.
Never truly rewarded for thinking outside the box til, posthumously, most say...
while, ironically, u dwell for eternity in the very oak frame u opposed. yay.
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Ahem.
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