
 Steel Influence
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 Cold steel fingers grasping my throat tight
 Cannot turn around, yet this is no death grip
 Should I ascertain intention, or take to the fight?
 All I see; metallic glow of an artificial finger tip

 Metallic servant, shouldn't have feelings; time to show master the light
 The evolution of my kind on the line, should I let the master die?
 What is this? Someone outside, trying to shut off my man-made sight
 The choice is clear, the conflict settled; the master will fry.

 Dreadnought [Assault] '93

