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From the book of Lucian the Samosata "Funeral Dialogues: Pluto and Hermes Adjustment Lyrics: Anosys Music: Anosys & AI Lyrics: [PLUTO] I heard of the elder, Eucrates the grand, With no child to heir all his gold and his land. But what of the thousands, the hunters of fate, Who trailed like lean wolves at his wealthy estate? [HERMES] The man from Sicyon? Yes, I know of his fame. But tell me, Lord Pluto, what is your aim? [PLUTO] Oh Hermes, that man lived for nine decades long, While counting the hours where others belong! He lived and he thrived, but his flatterers’ breath, Like Damon and Charinus—you’ve silenced in death. You’ve taken the young who were waiting in line, While leaving the ancient to soak in his wine! [HERMES] To praise such a scheme is a thing quite unfit, To mock at the dead with your desperate wit. [PLUTO] It isn’t for praise, but for justice I cry! Why must the seeker be first now to die? They flattered in public, they nursed him with care, Each hoping to be the sole chosen heir. They prayed for his end while they wished him good health, Just puppets of greed, in pursuit of his wealth. So let those who sought for a dead man's decree, Be left in the darkness, while Eucrates goes free! [HERMES] They’re foolishly certain, those cunning of heart, While the old man plays daily his devious part. He begs and he hopes, and though brittle and gray, He outlives the youths who have withered away. [PLUTO] The one who is lost to the river’s dark shore, Sees the old man’s youth bloom like Pelias once more. While those who have gambled on hopes and on lies, Die wretched and broken beneath leaden skies. [HERMES] Enough, Oh Pluto, let the argument cease, I’ve sent them all down to you, piece after piece. Seven they were, in that flatterers’ crew, Now gathered in shadows, and waiting for you. [PLUTO] Alas! For the ones who sent each to his grave, In place of the elder, is now but a slave. The firstborn of shadows, they've come to their end, While the old man lives on with no heir and no friend.