Athena: You Wish To Be Called Righteous

There Is No Sickness Worse For Me Than Words That To Be Kind Must Lie.

Remember To Be Submissive, Thou Art Analien, A Fugitive, And In Need.

For In The Voyage Of The Heart, There Is A Freight Of Hatred, And The Wind Of Wrath Blows Shrill.

The Great And Amorous Sky Curved Over The Earth, And Lay Upon Her As A Pure Lover. The Rain, The Humid Flux Descending From Heaven For Both Man And Animal, For Both Thick And Strong, Germinated The Wheat, Swelled The Furrows With Fecund Mud And Brought Forth The Buds In The Orchards. And It Is I Who Empowered These Moist Espousals, I The Great Aphrodite.

Joy Steals Upon Me, Such Joy As Calls Forth Tears.