Threads err like steel cable,
a will made whole.
Into this form cast,
I am made sole.
The masters hand slips,
strings cut - fibers fail.
Whether by defect,
or by design.
This life is ending,
premature goal.
I am I are broken,
I am unwell.
Growth unheeded soil,
a fertile ore.
I am I are broken,
begin to swell.
Fear nothing toward,
the masters' quell.
I am I are broken,
by design fell.
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