Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night.

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be kept in a standard storage container at Site-64, with all living matter within a 5 meter radius of the object removed from the area. Removal and or relocation of SCP-XXXX from its containment must be permitted by personnel who possess Level 3 clearance or higher.

Description: SCP-XXXX is a piece of postwar era paper, written on it is a poem entitled “Do Not Go Gently Into That Good Night”. Other physical details such as smeared graphite, creases, and discolored smudges, presumably from dried tears, are present on the page. Fingerprint evidence suggests that SCP-XXXX is man-made, and the identity of its creator is presumably ████ ███████, [REDACTED].

SCP-XXXX does not display any discernible anomalous effects on dead or inanimate objects; however, if living tissue were to be within 5 meters of it, its effects will act upon said tissue indefinitely, as long as it stays within its radius. The effects in question cause living cells to be unable to die, effectively giving them immortality. However, those affected by SCP-XXX will still experience physical deterioration such as aging, vulnerability to disease, and susceptibility to injury. The extent to which SCP-XXXX can maintain an entity’s body from expiring vary, depending on which organs are the most vital to its survival. Attempts to kill organisms that are affected by SCP-XXXX are futile (see Test Log).

+ "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night"

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Addendum-XXXX-1: SCP-XXXX originally belonged to █████ ███████, aged 137 at the time of the discovery of SCP-XXXX. Rumors of an elderly man who has been inside of a hospital since his admission in 1960 caught the attention of the Foundation, and an agent was sent to investigate these rumors. According to medical records, he was presented to the hospital due to headaches, vision problems, and nausea. The diagnosis was brain cancer. However, he continued to live for decades after his projected date of death; nonetheless, his tumor persisted. Additional diseases such as pneumonia, glaucoma, atelectasis, and alzheimer’s manifested throughout his stay there. Despite the condition of his body, he was still alive, able to occasionally move his eyes and lips. The hospital gave the Foundation custody over the man, but shortly after his removal from the room, he passed away. A small wooden box wrapped in leather was found in the drawer next to his bed. Within it, a picture of what appears to be his family, a wilted, yet alive, daylily, and SCP-XXXX itself.