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No spell of peace can slow the burn of Strife;

Such tranquil lull is but a fleeting friend.

A golden apple dooms a mortal life;

She, to sanguine fields of battle send.

For mighty Zeus, his Bolt could naught but fade,

Ere mortal plains should suffer unhinged wrath,

Lest Hades' realm be packed to brim with Shades;

Such wretched souls bound e'er to lonesome paths.:

Those needless deaths, the gravest mortal pain;

Thunder sent by Gods who spurned their pleas.

The mortal prayers were not all sent in vain;

The bark has been stripped off the Blasted Tree.