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The hidden sTone Ripens FaST,
TheN LAiD BARe liKE a TuRNiP
Can easiLY BE CUT ouT at LasT
BuT eveN THEN The daNgeR isn’t Past.
That man Lives besT who’s FaiN
To LiVe HaLF MAd, HaLF saNE.

—FLEMisH PoET Jan van
STiJEvoorT, 1524.

THE ERISIAN AFFIRMATION

BEFORE THE GODDESS ERIS, I (name or holy name), do herewith declare myself a POEE BROTHER of THE LEGION OF DYNAMIC DISCORD.

HAIL HAIL HAIL HAIL HAIL ERIS ERIS ERIS ERIS ERIS ALL HAIL DISCORDIA!

The presiding POEE Official (if any) responds:

ALL HAIL DISCORDIA!

FIND THE GODDESS ERIS WITHIN YOUR PINEAL GLAND POEE

To diverse gods
Do mortals bow;
Holy Cow, and
Wholly Chao.

-Rev. Dr. Grindlebone

Monroe Cabal

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