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| A Call To the Old Ones Woden, warder of wisdom temper us with patience. Let us not jump to fanaticism and extremism in our desire for revenge Thor, protector of the Midgarth, give us the strength to overcome our grief and our enemies. Tyr, appointer of justice make swift and severe justice to our enemies. Freyja, queen of love, death, and magic, raise your shield over this land. Shield our dead with your love. bring your sword down on those who would bring us harm. Freyr, bring peace to those who are hurting. Heal them with earth and water. Bragi, crafter of words give us the magic of inspiration to record and remember this event that it may not be forgotten that our posterity may remember our sacrifices and our heroes. To the old pagan gods these things we ask, as our nation, our tribe grieves this tragedy, as we mourn, as we prepare for war. Let us seek out, hunt down, and destroy our enemies with swiftness and tempered severity. To the valkryurija, we charge you to dispatch our dead in this war to their resting halls quickly. To the warrior of our tribe past, present, and future we honor you as heroes. This is a diverse land with diverse people, yet we are one tribe one nation united. Gods bless America --Raven 14 September 2001 |
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