Pain yes pain he thought
This such kind
I am not but used to
And do not like
That this is from
My own former helper
A robot gone bad
And he took a breath
Aye deep and long
And strained as strained he could
Hoping against hope
That some somehow
That he could burst
His holding bonds
But nay no not
He not was strong enough
Not even close
And merely felt himself
Oh tired to the core
And wouldn't try him more
For he but knew
That never not ever
Could he but break him free
From these accursed chains
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