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darkemeralds ([personal profile] darkemeralds) wrote2025-07-26 09:38 am
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Sigil of Odium 109

The sigil of odium containing fire, earth, air and water symbols around an all-seeing eye.
We, the ordinary people,
Call on the Power of the good green earth,
Power of wind and storms,
Power of flowing waters,
Power of the hearthfire,
To hear us.

We are beset by self-crowned monsters
Of greed and hubris, of evil stupidity,
And it is our will
That those monsters feel our odium,
Our righteous hatred
Of their inhuman designs.

You know who they are.
You know what they mean to do.
You know that they do not know you, O Great Powers.

So hate them with us!
They are rotting from their radioactive core
And burning the world with it.

We are nothing to them.
They do not think of us at all.
They simply want us to hate each other.
BUT WE HATE THEM.
And our plea to you is simple:
Shut them down.

Crack the foundations of their inhuman edifice with our deep-rooted hate.
Scour away their plans with the whirlwind of our rage.
Let their greed and lust burn them up inside.
Wash them away in the noisy flood of our saying no:
Four times, no.
Throw sand in the gears of their evil machine
So that its own soulless grinding destroys it.

Let them end in ignominy
Before this fateful year is out.
Let their names be trampled in the dust of history's forgetting.
Let the last thing they hear be our ridicule.
Let the last thing they see be us, the ordinary people,
Walking away in scorn,
As the molten, impenetrable glass of our odium
Encases their poison,
And closes around them,
Sealing them in with their own evil for a thousand years.

It is our will that the Great Universal Powers hear us.
Direct our hate.
Destroy these monsters and their evil plans.
VITRIFY THEM.

And in this way let us, the ordinary people,
Live and love and thrive together on the good green earth,
In your sacred names.
So say we all. So mote it be.


Background: On the Big River Wimal (the Columbia), upstream of Portland by a couple hundred miles, is the Hanford Nuclear Reservation, where fissile materials and radioactive waste are held. Engineers have devised a plan to safely store the materials for a thousand years by encasing them in large volumes of molten glass, which, when it cools, is so chaotically organized at the molecular level that it is impenetrable to radiation.

The Hanford vitrification project is one of the programs being cut from the US government.