Pandora


Suddenly the world plunges down to the ground with despair
as the world loses it's little lust the envy of the
situation makes the Earth like dust in the wind.

I find the strife penetrating me like a knife
the humanity is unbearable the disease is
making the world feel terrible and the toil makes
all plans foil.

One question remains is it a box or a jar?

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