I Say You Must Not

God Planteth In Mortal Men The Cause Of Sin Whensoever He Wills Utterly To Destroy A House.

But Let The Good Prevail.

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.

We Must Pronounce Him Fortunate Who Has Ended His Life In Fair Prosperity.

God's Mouth Knows Not How To Speak Falsehood, But He Brings To Pass Every Word.