Aeschylus
Look up
At your mother
In the cup
And cry
Where is all the blood supposed to flow?
The soldiers
On the plain
Are hard-pressed
To explain
How few have come back from the war of love.
A sword
Shines in the sky
It says
Vengeance
Is an eye
And I will pierce far into your mother's mind
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