His Native Home Deep Imag'd

Ah How Shameless – The Way These Mortals Blame The Gods. From Us Alone They Say Come All Their Miseries Yes But They Themselves With Their Own Reckless Ways Compound Their Pains Beyond Their Proper Share.

God Help Me, I'm Just Not That Bright.

Wide-sounding Zeus Takes Away Half A Man's Worth On The Day When Slavery Comes Upon Him.

That Is The Gods' Work, Spinning Threads Of Death Through The Lives Of Mortal Men, An All To Make A Song For Those To Come.

There Will Be Killing Till The Score Is Paid.