A found poem of the play Antigone, by Sophocles.
They too discern but they refrain their tongues at your behest.
The enemy can never be a friend, even in death.
No woman, while I live, shall order me.
For even bold men flinch,
When they view Death hard by the verge of Life.I cannot fight at odds with destiny
I have learnt, I know my wretchedness!
Haven of Death, how should I please thee
To end this breath?
Come quick I pray,
Let me not look upon another day,
Bring my day’s final date!
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