Let there be rivalry in guilt of every kind… Let their passions know no bounds, no shame.

Let blind fury prick on their souls.

Heartless be parents' rage, and to children's children let the long trail of sin lead down… For crimes' sake exiled… To crime may they return, and may they be as hateful to all men as to themselves. 

Let there be naught which passion deems unallowed.

Let brother fear brother, father fear son, and son father.

Let children vilely perish and be yet more vilely born.

Let a murderous wife lift hand against her husband, let wars pass over seas, let streaming blood drench every land…  

— Seneca, Thyestes

Elysium: The Elder War

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