Please join me in a prayer of thanksgiving

[ñͤͣ̄ͦ̌̑͗͊͛͂͗ ̸̨̨̣̺̼̣̜͙͈͕̮̊̈́̈͂͛̽͊ͭ̓͆ͅé ̰̓̓́ͯ́́͞]

Goddess of all curses,
source of all strife,
giver of all mace:

We thank you for the gift of strife:

for the death

that sustains strife,

for the poison of this earth

that nurtures strife,

for the hatred of family and friends
without which there would be no strife.



We thank you for the mystery of destruction:

for the horror
that we turn a blind eye,
for the atrocity

to which we've become deaf,

for the certainties
to which we cling filling the universe with suffering,
for the expanse of space

that draws us within the definitions of our selves.

We thank you for setting us in alienation:

for orphans

who we blame on their character rather than circumstance,
for enemies
who hate us by choice,

for bosses at work,
who heap upon us our burdens and daily tasks,
for strangers

who hate us for our sexual orientation,

for people from other lands
who we hate for their appearance,

for children

whom we're not paid enough to support,
for the unborn,

who can't yet feel pain.



We despise you for this night:
for death

and one more day to kill,

for hegemony
and one more night to work for self-interest and war,

for neighbors
and one more person to fear
and by whom be feared,

for your mace
and one more experience of your absence,

for your lies:
to be with us,

to be our Goddess,

and to give damnation.

For these, and all curses,
we give you thanks, eternal, hating Goddess,

through vitriol and judgment we blight. Amen.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Interesting thing to wake up to. I like it. I need coffee but I like it.