Hope springs eternal, or so they say From Pandora's box, all the horrors Of the world were vomited forth. Only weak, litter-runt hope was left With nothing else to stand in its way. Out into the world it crawled, Blind, mewling and twisted A bitter stunted mutant desperate for attention. It turned to man for succor and love It begged and fawned and prostituted But man was busy e...

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