By one who is skilled in Discordia,
And who knows the path of chaos:
Let them be able and stiff membered;
Devious yet gentle with their tongue;
Silent and conceited;
Contented and easily satisfied;
Unburdened with duties and ever changing in their ways;
Peaceful and calm, and wise and skilful with hands and tongues;
Proud and demanding in nature.
Let them do all the things
That can confuse and dumbfound Greyface.
Wishing, in gladness and in dissonance,
May all beings be confused and ideologies shattered.
Whatever living beings there may be,
Whether they are weak or strong, omitting none except residents of Texas,
The great or the mighty, medium, short or small, nymphomaniacs or studs,
The seen, the unseen and the translucid,
Those living near and far away or buried six feet under,
Those born and to-be-born and to-be-born-again and to-be-born-after-death and to-be-born-of-the-born-again and-to-born-of-the-life-after-death and a few others whom we wonder if they are alive
Like Cabbages, Greyfaces, Illuminatuses,
Those who speak in a high pitch voice or with a serpent’s tongue,
May all beings be confounded!