Pandora's cornucopia,
A wicked thing, indeed,
Created by the hand of lust,
And blazing gold with greed.
A sin in its existence,
And existing for its sin,
It's a cult within itself, providing,
Occult lies within.
If you happen to encounter,
This monstrosity's countess,
Just beware, my friend, Pandora,
Lives by greed and nothing less.
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