Pandora's Hope - Poem by cinderella rochester
Alas amidst woeful creatures there is only no hope
But saying life will find a way would only torture thou's soul
to ever lasting ruin; of a firey death that surely shall come,
thus let us be bonny and blithe, with mirth at our heel. We will
prevail against all that beckons death, and murderous jealousy
Wounding a lesser more joyful man than ye;
A man who knew not the meaning of the dreaded word HATE!
For all long to know the meaning of our feelings
Being unable to interpret what ye are inside
Would thou forgive thy self had ye done this, or give nary a thought to
But still in your mind justice would then be served on its platter, with a side of
Condemnmednt of the soul.
Yet there is still Hope, had this ever been more used it would
be in non-existence (for the lack of use)
always be ready for it. For it will come unbidden knowing
when needed even when ye do not.
Hitherto ye might could know if man where not so foolish.
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