I am Pandora
And you, who gave me gifts
of damning beauty
and curiosity
are about to be rebuked
by my box of atrocities.
Perhaps you should have seen this coming.
I am Eve
in your garden of Paradise
tasting the forbidden fruits
of knowledge that
you never wanted me to have—
you are fallible.
Revenge tastes so sweet.
You created me to be the Fall—
So I promise that
the Apocalypse will have nothing on me.
Hell hath no fury—
so the saying goes.
And Lord,
even you won’t stand a chance against me.
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