SCP-2673 Containment Maintenance Log

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Entry 2673-22 (page)
Date: 26 Jun 2020 06:00
Comments: Containment tentatively reestablished, but I'm just an editor of technical reports. They should have sent a poet. —Specialist Himmelgarten

Two six seven three
Its corruption I now bind
With poetic chains



Entry 2673-19 (page)
Date: 10 Mar 2020 06:00
Comments: Maybe it perceives songs as poetry? I mean, they are technically the same thing, right?

A land of hell, behold the tears
Protect humanity from beast's savage leers
Statues that crush bones, blink and death nears
Reptiles invincible, dogs with tongues of peers
And plague doctors, the seven deadly sins it reveres

Host to criminal
Who's life is minimal
They seem rather cynical
But fear not friends
For they're on our side
Up against the tide
Their time they will bide
For they're the ones who die in the dark
SO WE CAN LIVE IN THE LIGHT

They will defy, so we don't deny
We caught their eye, we are gold in disguise
And they will defy while they hold to their lies
We won't defy as they work on Earth's tie
They are the souls of the world
With no grasp on the curled
With all due respect
Secure. Contain. Protect.

A land of hell, behold these lines
Words to us all, bars that confines
Four numbers it stands, four like the wind chimes
A two, six, seven, three, but no ones or nines
Held together by words, all of which rhymes

Men and women
Must all come within
Pens are a weapon
Againsts this plague
In this one beast's den
To fight again

For they're the ones who die in the dark
SO WE CAN LIVE IN THE LIGHT

They will defy, so we don't deny
We caught their eye, we are gold in disguise
And they will defy while they hold to their lies
We won't defy as they work on Earth's tie
They are the souls of the world
With no grasp on the curled
With all due respect
Secure. Contain. Protect.



Entry 2673-20 (page)
Date: 22 Mar 2020 06:00
Comments: Site Director overheard me humming Gilbert and Sullivan. I hope this helps.

Two six seven and three
Form the title, you see
Of a hideous being memetical
Which a deep pleasure finds
In corrupting our minds
With ideas most truly heretical.
It forms bright glowing pyres
Of our basest desires
For pleasure and simple security,
And then once it has supped
On our pleasures corrupt
It destroys all our lives in its purity.

A taste for rare dishes
Consumes one man's wishes
Until his cholesterol rockets,
While another soon drools
For silver and jewels
And greedily lines all her pockets.
Next a person unwed
Leads an army to bed
And a radical sort starts a riot,
And the chaos that reigns
Is now all that remains
Of a person once peaceful and quiet!

But the method correct
To secure and protect
From this immoral abomination
Is to catch and contain
(Though it strives for your brain)
It in poetic delineation —

In a meter and verse
It is set for the worse
And a sonnet may cage
Its iconoclast rage
For the regular motion
Of lyrical notion
Sets limits and bounds
To its chaotic rounds
And a chorus may sate
For a moment its hate
And a doggerel rhyme
Just might buy us some time
So keep poetry flowing
So all can be knowing
That we made another endeavor,

For the verse we've amassed
Might yet trap it at last —
Though its history's long,
So is much of our song —
And, one day, might contain it forever!



Entry 2673-15 (page)
Date: 24 Apr 2018 16:00
Comments: One year has passed since last containment; adding reinforcement

Within these walls it shall remain,
Imprisoning 2-6-7-3 in words and lyric.
With verse and rhyme this will sustain,
Its lengthy prison of words and lyric.

Bind this skip forever in poetry,
A captive of words and lyric.
Long may this keep 2-6-7-3,
Captured again by words and lyric.

Never ending shall we rhyme,
To keep the skip in words and lyric.
A cell that stands for all of time,
2-6-7-3 chained to words and lyric.



Entry 2673-21 (page)
Date: 21 Apr 2020 04:00
Comments: I lived and died alone. - Researcher Tillerson

Update — a new Issue
There was a Containment Breach:
Twenty Six & Seven Three
On-site — the Nukes were reached.

Not enough — the Poetry —
We missed some… Thing!
It lives within us,
Echoing —

I shall die —
Was it worth this?
Creativity.
Always feeds it —

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