A God Implants In Mortal Guilt Whenever

For Know That No One Is Free, Except Zeus.

I Pray The Gods Will Give Me Some Relief And End This Weary Job. One Long Full Year I've Been Lying Here, On This Rooftop, The Palace Of The Sons Of Atreus, Resting On My Arms, Just Like A Dog. I've Come To Know The Night Sky, Every Star, The Powers We See Glittering In The Sky, Bringing Winter And Summer To Us All, As The Constellations Rise And Sink.

It Is A Light Thing For Whoever Keeps His Foot Outside Trouble To Advise And Counsel Him That Suffers.

Neither A Life Of Anarchy Nor A Life Under A Despot Should You Praise. To All That Lies In The Middle Has A God Given Excellence.

But When Once The Earth Has Sucked Up A Dead Man's Blood, There Is No Way To Raise Him Up.