Stitches of twine I bled
and fought for show οἱ θεοί atop virginal women,
blood marring false marriage beds.
I feel the anguish
of all women before me
and vow I will δηλητηριάζω any body who
houses immortality.
Nothing is truly unending
and the Olympians’ reign
will end as τα νήματα μας castrate them,
divine pride in a desecrated heap.
Oceanus fell,
Cronus fell,
and the tapestry της μοίρας shows Zeus
will fall.
We will drink ichor
from our cups με χαμόγελα upon our maidenly faces.
Glory belongs to mortal blood
and I will spit επί πρόσωπά τους while they roast
over fire—Prometheus’ greatest gift.
Translations from Ancient Greek:
the gods
poison
our threads
of fate
with smiles
on their faces
and fought for show οἱ θεοί atop virginal women,
blood marring false marriage beds.
I feel the anguish
of all women before me
and vow I will δηλητηριάζω any body who
houses immortality.
Nothing is truly unending
and the Olympians’ reign
will end as τα νήματα μας castrate them,
divine pride in a desecrated heap.
Oceanus fell,
Cronus fell,
and the tapestry της μοίρας shows Zeus
will fall.
We will drink ichor
from our cups με χαμόγελα upon our maidenly faces.
Glory belongs to mortal blood
and I will spit επί πρόσωπά τους while they roast
over fire—Prometheus’ greatest gift.
Translations from Ancient Greek:
the gods
poison
our threads
of fate
with smiles
on their faces