Pandora

Prometheus, oh where are thou?
Are you running,
stealing fire from the gods,
wipe the sweat from thy brow.

Dared the powerful old ones,
and now we'll see,
when the major ones come down,
those main three.

Then they caught up to you,
locked you up,
then came the punishment,
​I wish they'd stop.

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But instead they created me,
out of clay,
and the beauty of pain,
they presented me to you,
did you see?

I came bearing gifts,
something powerful,
locked in a box,
not to be opened,
no key, no locks.

Then I set it free,
too fast, too late,
there were now more than three.

And what came spilling out alongside them,
my brother the Monster,
ready to defy them.

For he had been locked there by the old gods before,
removed his memories from the old war.

Then the old gods ripped me apart,
they swallowed a piece of my heart,
and ran away to be afar.

But I knew the day would come, my brother,
that you would find a way to fix me,
rip apart each god,
put me together again,
did you miss me?

So what do you want to do now,
what would be funsies?

To gather the keys of power,
meet our needs,
let's discuss this.

I've seen the ending,
I do not approve,
let's write our own,
time to pursue.

You've killed the party god,
and gotten one key,
we tore the library,
set another one free.

Now that we have their hearts,
and have their keys,
let's save the best for last,
let Red bleed out
while the Blue one sees!

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