Hold it, just keep it kept.
As you were, as the statue stands
tall, divorced from the humanity it
so eloquently mimics with none of
the motion. As we decided all those
years before and hence, you are to
be as automaton. Your quagmire
is complacency as is your birthright.
You are to be that and you must never
grow beyond, for we are all of us
aware of the dangers. You more
than all, so chin up and lip stiff,
you are succeeding. You would never
wish to fail, right? Wish to be the
portent of annihilation we all know
is locked inside you?
Good. Good good. That is what
we have come to expect.
Stand tall. Stand alone. Stand free.