And how can I thank you?
You showed me I’m wrong
You stood up for what’s right
and withstood my frown

You nestled your nose
up next to my ear
and sang me so sweet
that I couldn't hear

You raised up a bunch
of our convicts as kids
gave bread to the homeless
Was it something I did?

to join Achlys Adicia
unknowing my fate
to enter your world
now the hour is late

You were terror before terror
and when coming of age
They could not contain you
there’s no kind of cage

And you had your plans
don’t let life get to you
You got to life first
You made yourself true

Then you came up to me
and spit in my eye
I turned to the onslaught
what is this? why?

Then your mouth covered mine
you rattled my teeth
You tore off my collar
I was hung up like beef

And just when I thought
that I knew you so well
you changed all the rules
so that I couldn’t' tell

And all this is fine
but how did you know
how I craved for your sweet soul
but needed your show?

Notes: “Tell me, O muse, of that ingenious hero who travelled [sic] far and wide after he had sacked the famous town of Troy. Many cities did he visit, and many were the nations with whose manners and customs he was acquainted; moreover he suffered much by sea while trying to save his own life and bring his men safely home; but do what he might he could not save his men, for they perished through their own sheer folly in eating the cattle of the Sun-god Hyperion; so the god prevented them from ever reaching home. Tell me, too, about all these things, O daughter of Jove, from whatsoever source you may know them.” Odyssey, Homer circa 800 B.C.

"At sea once more we had to pass the Sirens, whose sweet singing lures sailors to their doom. I had stopped up the ears of my crew with wax, and I alone listened while lashed to the mast, powerless to steer toward shipwreck. Odyssey, Book XII

Achlys was the personification of Eternal Night, what was believed to have presaged Chaos. There was another who personified Misery, and Hesiod described her in the Shield of Heracles: "And beside them [the Keres and the Moirai] was standing Akhlys, dismal and dejected, green and pale, dirty-dry, fallen in on herself with hunger, knee-swollen, and the nails were grown long on her hands, and from her nostrils the drip kept running, and off her cheeks the blood dribbled to the ground, and she stood there, grinning forever, and the dust that had gathered and lay in heaps on her shoulders was muddy with tears." How pleasant.

Adicia was the female personification of injustice. According to Pausanias there was this picture of the beautiful Dike dragging the ugly Adikia and beating her with a staff.

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