I was consumed with hatred’s burning flame,
like Juno’s fury, scorching all in sight.
“No peace for you,” her voice a cry of shame,
let vengeance reign, and make your world ignite.”

Mars appeared, his armor dark as night,
“Come, battle on, in war’s eternal haze.
your fury’s fuel, the blood, the sword’s delight,
in conflict, find your solace, let it blaze.”

Venus, in her grace, then softly spoke,
“Let love subdue the beast that rages loud,
for in your heart, hatred will only choke,
and peace shall lift you from the furious crowd.”

But Pluto’s grip was cold, his eyes so grim,
“Hatred is mine to carry down below.
In death’s embrace, the light will start to dim,
let anger fall, and darkness will bestow.”

And finally, from atop Olympus’ hill,
Minerva’s wisdom whispered through the breeze,
“Leave vengeance now, for calm can heal the ill,
let knowledge guide you, bring your soul to ease.”