Furious

To end your happiness

The gods will send you deep despair

They will conjure up horrors to haunt your dreams

They will shrink your joy

They will call out the  furies to torment your waking

To  feed you venom

For

Only gods may feast on ambrosia to satisfy all hungers
Only gods can savor nectar that quenches all thirst

The gods will not grant grace to  mortals

They will not salve you with balm 

They will not soothe your sorrows

For

The gods are jealous

They aim to kill your soul