Built of a decade three- a mind of metal, breath of wire, To crack minest hate and antidesire The machine rang, cheery in tone I to be weary hest of its cacophone. For it preached forgiveness- t'which angered mine bone Bittered, crumbled to void- "Have at thee! Let the dark be mine friend!" For one knew, even circuits and chips wilst bend In final croak—its line unfurled, "Somewhere, some time, hope waits within this world." I laughed, I snarled, but deep within, a spark- nay, a thought, Cognition entered me. And with that, fear. For the perception of peace and determination hath entered my mind.
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