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Posted January 7, 2014
Oh, the torment bred in the race,
The grinding scream of death
And the stroke that hits the vein.
The hemorrhage none can stauch, the greif,
The curse no mancan bear.
But there is a cure in the house,
And not outside it, no,
Not from others but from them,
Their bloody strife. We sing to you,
Dark gods beneath the earth.
Now hear, you blissf powers underground--
Answer the call, send help.
Bless the children, give th triumph now.
Aeschylus, The Libation Bearers