Pandora
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The daughter, oh so beloved Pandora,
sat at her first years desk.
A baby of life,
just grasping at knowledge,
burdened with expectations.
This time, Pandora does not open the box.
This time, Pandora is a little girl in downtown Manhattan
Who peeks around corners and always gets into places she shouldn’t
Pandora's box contains one thing. It is
the only thing I need. But I will need
to set it free to give hope to my
family.
Pandora
Foolish girl
You let your curiosity get the best of you
And opened the box
That forsaken box
And now your brethren and children
Will suffer
A fate of sins and evil
It'll all change, written on a different page
but there is no going back
Love was the lack,
my soul as dark as black,
i lied i cheated
ill do the opposite of my mistakes
(performed in front of my fraternity when we were celebrating Greek culture. there are many different versions of the Pandora myth so understandably some parts of my poem might not "fit" with one version of the myth)
I am convinced that Pandora knows
me too well.
As I browse the list of prospective
genres, artists, and songs,
my mind analyzes and reiterates the generic
