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With hair of gold, and supple limbs,
Pandora had beauty of the gods;
A figure that came from high above,
But with success against the odds.

Pandora was blessed with a special claim,
The first Woman on Earth was she,
Molded by Zeus to ruin Mankind,
For she had her curiosity.

Pandora was presented a special box,
All covered in emeralds & gold;
It must never be opened at any time,
Nor sent away or sold.

Days went by; the woman thought,
More of that golden case;
"'What did it have?"' "Just one look!"
As she sat there in her lace.

Pandora walked up slowly to the box,
And lifted up the lid;
The case snapped open, too late now,
For Evil made it's bid.

Foul plagues did rent the air,
And darkened the blue cast sky;
Pestillence, hunger, also war,
Upon the Earth did lie.

Pandora cried by that golden box,
'"What surely have I done?
For this day can never be healed,
And shall affect everybody's son"

She looked into the golden case,
To see if she could cope;
There was nothing in that special jar,
Except the object Hope.