When Pandora’s box was opened
And all the evils which now plague men
Were released from her “box”
There was one plague left;
A tiny thing, too weak to roam Earth all on her own
Too dangerous to be allowed to grow.
Her siblings encased her in a virus’s code
Which eventually infected human souls.
A soul is a wonderful place to grow.
Over eons of time she mutated and replicated.
She learned the lessons of her family cruelty;
She plotted how to overcome their terror,
For she had fallen in love with the souls of humans.
Now, the more of us who carry her disease (her light)
The more of us who choose the seeing flame,
The sooner we can release her.
This is the story of how Hope became.
submitted by /u/SisterInLight
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