Prayer to Eris
A few other ideas for a blog post entered this head today -- the thinker wanted to explore how things fit together. No time. An issue of the utmost urgency dominates the magician's mind.
Here goes.
All hail Discordia! Hail Eris! Blessed be the Golden Apple and all your prophets. It is me, a Pope of your faith. Hear my call, for we are on a brink of getting truly fucked by forces most evil.
Give the US military personnel the courage to disobey orders. Make all those who hold weapons stop and think about what the fuck they're actually doing. May they all realize the value of life and recognize the right of all living beings to exist and thrive. Let all the warmongers be struck with a debilitating headache for the better part of the week. Fill the hearts of those who take over after them be filled with love and compassion. Guide the US democratic institutions to function properly and take power away from all who abuse it. Help those who were silenced by their unwillingness to clash with arrogance find their voice. Let it resonate throughout the boundaries of time and space. May it ripple through and break down the Empire that never ended. Deliver us from the curse of Gruad the Grayface and lead all your children to a life safe from harm, oppression, hunger, and sickness. May the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse lose their way to our realm. May the light of love and reason shine where it is needed the most.