A Birthday Poem

This is the first note the player recieves. It is given to you by Beatrice Armstrong during your 10th birthday party.

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.

Last edited by Andy on 11 August 2009 at 10:23
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