Horned: A Prayer for Peace and Love

Blessed be the Horned God whose job is to avenge us upon the mutated aberration that is corporate greed's effect on our Mother Nature.

Take from my tongue the taste of poisoned water and in your home let my spirit be armored against bias and deceit.

Preserve this space for the cycle of nature: predator, prey, flora, fungus.

Let the world be cleansed with the deafening storms, washed and rinsed free of the grotesque residues of selfishness, bigotry, and hate.

Let the whole displeasure of your judgement rest as petrifying weight on the otherworldly souls of those who seek to poison our bodies, minds, and spirits with the ugliness of conformity.

Let my spirit be lifted by winged Hermes's tender embrace, lest I drown in the tears of my own wretched sorrows.

Lend me the breath of Philia, that my words might be spoken with love and understanding, that I might lift others from the depths.

Guide me to be the light that leads them out of the beast's dark lair, give me wisdom and courage to pluck them from the teeth of lies.

Clad us all in the soft fur of truth, and weigh our actions against our intentions on the scales of eternity.

In your eye, let me be seen wholly, and judged according to the ancient law: And it harm none, so mote it be.