are just a robot.
you have a lightbulb for a brain
and an ice box for a heart.
piercing cold shackles wrap around your ankles
and rusty, heavy chains entangle and stain your wrists.
are a prisoner.
society easily conforming you to its will.
doing with you as it pleases.
will you ever make it out?
or will you,
escape from the now scrapped metal in which you dare to call your body?
or will you forever be enslaved?
like everyone else,
who's too scared to evolve.
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