The Outcome Of The War Is In

Look Now How Mortals Are Blaming The Gods, For They Say That Evils Come From Us, But In Fact They Themselves Have Woes Beyond Their Share Because Of Their Own Follies.

Sing, O Muse, Of The Rage Of Achilles, Son Of Peleus, That Brought Countless Ills Upon The Achaeans.

It's About Time Trees Were Good For Something, Instead Of Just Standing There Like Jerks!

Jove Lifts The Golden Balances That Show The Fates Of Mortal Men, And Things Below.

And Heaven, That Every Virtue Bears In Mind, E'en To The Ashes Of The Just Is Kind.