Pandora's Box

Open up and say ah,
years ago no wonder why.
Someone once told me about my imagination,
welcome to my own damnation.
Look but do not touch,
otherwise...
OUCH.

Who is that tweeting,
calling and chirping?
Yellow Bird, have you come to follow, to learn, or to teach?
Do not try for a minute to preach.

Pandora's Box is now open,
no going back,
​no closing.

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Yellow Bird you freed the Monster,
you broke his chains,
he made you an offer,
one you could not refuse,
but it was always a ruse.

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Yellow Bird, you thought you could rise?
Oh but who is here wise?

The Red God made you a god,
stole my throne,
put on his loyal sheep,
that Blue color that weeps.

Tore into me, it was an unfair fight,
three against one,
but I always had a plan.

Then War broke loose,
I ran away,
left my brothers behind,
was this a ruse?
​Or part of the plan?

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War divided sides,
switched loyalties in between,
it was a loaded game of cards,
and as the pieces fell,
each one to their own domain.

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With new ruling, came new rules,
who would deal with the parasite?
The Woman that could.

Chain her up, take her away,
who are you protecting,
Mother or yourself?

Selfish Red God,
Scared Blue God,
you would shun her away when you could.

Who took her away, it was Blue,
then another War broke loose.

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It took damage,
burning castles,
tore libraries,
broken pyramids and it turned us all into adversaries.

So the teams were broken into three,
then the Black Plague went after her,
searched information from the Flea,
and ran to set her free.

But the Good Doctor was always neutral,
the role of the Guardian--
​crucial.

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Now the War ended,
new rules put upon us all,
but something always goes out of control.

So to put my foot down was necessary,
to get information,
my Hail Mary.

Bleed black,
offer help,
bleed red,
don't yell for help.

You know I hold the remote,
don't forget,
​I have you all by the throat.

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New rules,
new ruling,
can only trust so few,
don't worry.

Four degrees of separation,
here comes the countdown,
the birth of a new nation.

Three Kings and a Queen,
four colors in between.

The others will join in the labyrinth,
a newly-built prison,
don't try and resist.

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Kneel before the Orange God,
he will keep you in your place,
while I show the other two the rest.

More have come to hurt us,
passive-aggressive threats,
don't they know it is not polite to test?

So if this is our time to burn,
so be it,
but to burn alone is to see it.

Many have joined our world,
I only wish they had been spared,
there is nothing more to do but to prepare.
For now comes the final test,
and the Gods will be put to rest.

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