The Pandora box is full of chocolates

The Pandora box is full of chocolates

A month later after Gaza was burnet
On a very very far desert I stood
Crying out my secret words to God
Where art thou my lord?
And why my heart like a stone is cold
Sulphurous Clouds of heaven gathered
On the sky thunder and light triumphed
So, art thou here to revenge?
The sacred voice of heaven called
Ay, and I hope am not late my lord
for revenge, is a dish to be served cold
Come thee, and follow my steps.
Beware not to mess, for this is a sacred land.
On a pearly white land we go
A hundred fathoms and two
Until we reached the eye of life
That of pure tormenting red flames
That guards the Pandora box
Come thee and behold your fate
Thou art to guard the box of curse
List, oh list, if thou didst ever thy lord love
Thou shouldst pity thy enemies not
But know, thou noble youth
The old serpent that sting thy father Adam
That deprived him and Eve, from Eden
Is there, to seduce thou the same
That incestuous devil of no mercy
Combined by the other adulterate beast
With witchcraft and traitorous gifts
O wicked wit and gifts
That hath the power to seduce
All the kings and princes of earth
To knee before the beast, and give me up
There didst thy enemies and mine
Raise their voice against God
And they wouldst pity thee not
Back to the real world I got
Alone and despaired, I opened the box
A piece of chocolate was in my hand
I raise it before my eyes
And there on the horizon I gaze
I saw the poor children of Gaza
Who were cold hearted killed
Handing them the piece of chocolate
For almost two years, there I stood
It was so near the world would explode
Oh, merciful God, hand me that box not
But alas, it was my fate to behold
The falling humanity, and no mercy of God
Back to the box, I rendered what I got
But melted droplets of chocolate
Was all over the world
From the horizon of Gaza
And nearly on a spot
Which is not America, which is not
Not my enemies, Americans are not
But the Old Serpent, and the False Lord
And the bloody killers, alas, they support
The curse is back to the damned box
I keep my word, as cousin Opama rules
I help my friends, hand in hand we go
Peace on the world, we all can do
But listen, and listen, for you to know
Soul of my people, I can't let go
With a Pandora box of chocolate, woo
"You don't know what I may gonna do"