The doors

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Like a metal mountain, one couldn't think to climb.
The gates which block the light, if only you'd try.
They deem this your intro, your trial, your first test.
With a welcome not warm you're hurried on through.
It seems impossible as you question your morals,
That any sane human would take on such a hassle.
But nows the time for to accept the challenge and change,
As you're pushed into this abyss, your demons, you avenge.
Welcome to Parris Island, where the words my, me, and I
Are no longer in your vocabulary, you are now this recruit.

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