No one ever asked how I felt
When the box was open
And all the demons flooded out
No one ever asks how that felt
I’ll answer anyway
Crushing
I felt stupid
I had allowed my curiosity to get the better of me
Remember, though, that I was created for this
The gods made me
My curiosity engineered
So they could release evil into the world through me
And condemn me for the very act they orchestrated
Sure, my hand pulled the lid off the box
But the God's created the box and my hand
My will and the evil inside that box
All beyond my control
I was created as a weapon
And so I will be one
I force against the very gods
Who
Tricked me
Betrayed me
Created me
Who I am now is my own and I scream to the Gods
“I am nobody's creation.”