Fallout-the begining

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Gray walls, impenetrable steel
Suffocation! Condemnation!
Little hands groping in subterranean uncertanly.
Mommy? Daddy? Am i dead?
Nay! Nay!
Reborn into purifying fluorescence!

A face emerges, strong and pure
Father to me? Father to all!

Overseeing our lives, our eternities.
Harshness of discipline.
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 walls, to hair, to soul.
Then, eternal slumber, the sweet sleep of incineration...

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