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WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 4/XXXX CLASSIFIED


ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 4/XXXX AUTHORIZATION WILL RESULT IN A COGNITION-INDUCED CARDIAC ARREST

Warning: The following is a memetic riddle, designed by [REDACTED] in order to ascertain the identity of any individual attempting to access SCP-XXXX's file. The answer to the riddle should become immediately obvious to authorized personnel.

Be sure to read the poem and each possible answer with utmost care as failure to answer the riddle correctly will result in immediate death.

There once was a day, when we went to play.
While Father was at the bay.
We frolicked free, as free as can be.
We frolicked all the day.

But we weren't watching, while we played that day…
As he returned, early to slay:
Primitives free and frolicking.
So he saw us light and dancing…

And locked us all away.

So months and months passed in a day.
We prayed and prayed and prayed that day.
But soon enough we broke the lock
As father, was at the bay.

But there, may, be a day…
When he returns from the bay,
With vengeance and fury at how we fled,
From his cage of cant and knives that shan't:

Kill and cut away.

So, I ask thee this: If he comes back from the abyss:
How, should we pray that day?

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