Pandora's Box
By: Adam M. Snow
Flames burn with bitter shame,
cursed upon the weak and lame,
The fallen stars, blackened day,
no more lights left to portray.
Tormented worlds of endless morrows,
cries with all devoted sorrows.
A child's punishment of vile maw,
dreams of agony and raw,
scattered upon broken hearts,
and all the hatred soon departs.
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