From The Vault
A Birthday Poem is given to you on your 10th birthday by Beatrice Armstrong. It is the first note you acquire.
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Gray Walls, impenetrable steel.
Suffocation! Condemnation!
Little hands groping in subterranean uncertainty.
Mommy? Daddy? Am I Dead?
Nay! Nay! Reborn into purifying fluorescence!
A face emerges, strong and male.
Father to me? Father to all!
Overseeing our lives, our eternities.
Harshness of descipline.
Harshness of love
Obedience my savior!
Larva to pupa, pupa to worker.
Buzz, buzz! One with the steel honeycomb.
10 lies within the 101, significant at last.
Till gray seeps from the walls to hair, to soul.
Then, eternal slumber, the sweet sleep of incineration.
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