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[[>]] [[module Rate]] [[/>]] __Back Into Hell, a Foundation poem__ The howling wind steals the breath I would have used to chant; Boots, belt, gun, mask My gear, my only chance The rear doors open wider The “go” light blinks to life I follow my commander Out into the sky Plunging downward, rising panic I still don’t know what is the target Am I falling to my death Am I heading into hell? The radio flares, static in my ears Broken words not mine to hear Clouds part, I see a landscape I see a place that’s gripped in fear Feet find ground, my head yet spinning Friends are screaming, rifles spitting Things surround me, tall and dark I feel the devil grip my heart Some letters and number is what they say That’s all they give them for a name Stamp them; label, date and time These darkest nightmares from our minds Containment is a word to me A bureaucratic fantasy A white coat will keep you safe When Kevlar fails and weapons break The task force folds, retreat is called Not one of them is yet to fall These things are not born of this realm Through withering fire, they overwhelm Engines scream over my head I tumble down and wait for death The bombs explode, the missiles hit I cower and cry inside my pit I stand up in a different world Where fires sputter and smoke whirls My friends are dead, I am alone with fear From out of the darkness, more appear I dream of this when I can sleep After a pill and a solid drink I still remember how I felt When my orders arrive: Back into hell. __Taken from the journal of Agent Baomer, commander of MTF Sigma-7__ [[include :scp-wiki:component:license-box]] [[include :scp-wiki:component:license-box-end]]