Once upon a time
There was a creature
A very inquisitive one
That was perhaps
Unwisely trusted with a box
Not of course just any box
But one that held
All the ills of the world
diseases rage greed etc etc
Or so the creature was told
It looked like any old box
It felt like it to
So the creature put the box away
never ever opened it
And lived happily ever after

Jk it peeked
And all the woe
Was unleashed

Fortunately aside from ills
The box held hope and other good stuff
Not sure what happened to the creature though
Might have been turned to stone

Moral of the story
I don't know
I guess
Don't press the red button
And don't give dangerous gifts
To the inquisitive and untrusting.