Man, by no means is an island.

Of all the cliché sayings and honesty.

A programmed facet of us the race.

So..

Why would I rather metal?

Rather a cold touch than warm hands?

I could say opposites attract, or that it represents my heart ,for humour. 

There's the fact of fact that I the self-employed blacksmith need my trade used for my benefit of hiding.

Or that I can subject  innimacy to slavery

As  was made as for such purposes.

Or that truly, it has become so advanced,

That it can teach me grace of warm bodies.

I suppose in due time and cliché,

I will stick to my race, but for now,

I'll allow it to help me

While I stay underneath armor.