Pandora wore a cardboard box
and tied her hair in crimson locks
Dancing to count the human cost,
she dreams of atoms splitting rocks.
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She hopes to find a friend one day.
A soul with which she cares to play.
But bones and stones call out to say,
“Pandora, we failed to run away.”
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“My Dear, My Love”, calls out Disease,
“I did this all for you — to please.”
“I hoped you’d like this life of ease;”
“with none to care for, cept the trees.”
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War, he laughs at this hearty jest.
Famine grins along with the rest.
Death, he frowns, for he knows the best,
her sad heart, in a fragile chest.
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But Pandora, skips, and waves goodbye,
and chasing faith starts to fly.
Seeking dreams of a rainbow sky,
and to with hope, her fear deny.
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