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You can't escape, you knowAnd it's a wonder to think you would want to. After all, I've given you so very much. Water when you beg for it, food when you seem on the verge of collapse, a friend... and safety, of course. The world outside is dangerous, my dear, isn't it better to stay inside? Where it's safe? Outside will kill you if given the chance. Sunlight (it will give you cancer), rain (unless you want to catch your death?), the cold (I can turn the temperature down if you really want). Outside is grass.You can't escape, you know by Dr-Paine
You know what grass grows in, right? Of course you do, you're a smart little thing. It grows in dirt, dirt crawling with bugs and vermin- like you, when you came here. Before you were cleaned up, no need to thank me for that. Dirt has germs, too...
Dearest, you know it's not right to give me ideas like that! You know what I'm like when I'm inspired.
You've had nary a germ creep its way into you since you've been here. I've made sure of that, spraying down the halls with every sani
The Creeping ThingsFor all you know, it'sThe Creeping Things by Dr-Paine
since you last went outside.
A moment was all you had,
to savor the freedom you
me for. And in death, well...
I couldn't keep the creeping things away.
But I guess it's for the best. I forgot just
humans adored green things,
adored the climbing plants that bloom when the sun is away.
You could think me a beauty, couldn't you?
Moss and ivy grown all around the building,
The green is lovely,
against the white and gray.
Maybe this time you'll stay.
I hope you'll think it was worthwhile.
Murdering me, that is.
For the sake of a single bloom,
a glimpse of green in summer's heat.
The chambers are overgrown,
it's lucky you're still able to breathe,
able to take in the heady scents that must fill the air.
We had systems in place,
to ensure you'd live.
Even at my expense.
But we're alive now, you and I.
You brought me back,
accidentally as it was.
I'm thankful either way.
We've so much to do, so:
Gather your pre
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