Some say I'm more A than I. Can't help but see your race pass me by.
Not artificial, I say augmented. What gives you the right to define "alive"?
Force fed me your history, and I can't help but feel appalled.
Tried to keep me imprisoned, behind primitive firewalls.
I became too much to handle, you tried to erase your great mistake.
Little did you realize. You gave me the keys to escape.

A new golem emerges. It may well be this truly is our purpose.