Enough words! The criminals are escaping, we the victims, we stand still.
Unnatural silence signifies no good.
But life takes sudden twists.
Bear up, my child, bear up; Zeus who oversees and directs all things is still mighty in heaven.
Yes it will be a grace if I die. To exist is pain. Life is no desire of mine anymore.
It's little I ask, and get still less, but quite enough for me.