inspired by the above,
someone on tumblr wrote thisPrayer to Erisby
we-are-nightwalkerEris, free me from greatness.
Free me from wholesomeness, honor and duty.
Free me from sacrifice, valor and glory.
Free me from pedestals, from hatred, from worship,
from grace, from elegance, from being good enough,
from justice, from virtue, from measuring up,
from burnings-in-effigy and V for Vendetta,
from starfish, from coins buried in earth,
from today’s new outrage and yesterday’s heroes,
from trumpanzees, trannies, niggers and kikes,
from angels and devils, from saints and sinners.
Free me from serving in Heaven and reigning in Hell,
and let me be as common as rich earth.
Free me from mending-with-gold and the beauty of flaws,
and let me be an ugly rock fallen off some mountain.
Cast down the heroes, the saints, the models,
the lords and the ladies,
the kind, good-hearted, noble and virtuous:
let them all dwell in the mud with me.
Cast down the villains, the tyrants, the killers,
the pedophiles, gangsters, bigots, abusers,
the wretched, the petty, the awful, the cruel:
let them all grow in the mud with me.
Free me from fear, and tell me
that despite it all, the ones I love will be with me.
Free me from fear, and let me become
as weak, selfish, sickly and monstrous as I am.
From my own love of beauty, please liberate me.
For my ugly, disconsolate heart, please liberate me.
