The Skips we Miss - SCP Foundation

A Warning

We all have a chance somewhere

To reign eternal or just be fools

In some corner of the skies

One house for you, one set of rules.

But not since the knocks.

In the dark they saw nothing at the door

For the skies were clouded by paint

By the time the people knew their fate

Their cries were dim and faint.

They were never cool.

The next door fell and with a cough

The bleeding king rose from his seat

But had stumbled barely to the door

When trampled under its feet.

Disease was never a virtue.

The metal scraped and chunks united

The homes and people mixed

But iron still makes a fantastic knife

By their own hand the mechanics were nixed.

The pieces were never found.

A flamethrower and an atom bomb

Right at the invaders head

But only the boys in blue and white

Were stained in a moment with red.

They only Destroy, Destroy, Destroyed themselves.

The readers and the freedom fighters

Saw nothing else to do

So they opened the door with a smile and a tear

Knowing at least their aim was true.

The library WAS a space for peaceful study.

Greed and rage were all that lived

In old Cal and Aaron's domain

When the skies fell and smashed on the floor

Even the Red Right Hand was slain.

There will be no vengeance, intermittent or otherwise.

Our minds in the void are all that's left,

Nothing left in our magical hats

The final hope of all that thinks

Is with you, the world of bureaucrats.

Are you the ones chosen to lead?