Amphilogos, you who stir up disputes, you who provoke
anger where it is not deserved, you who feed off of hatred
like a bloated tick, you who gorge yourself on the grief that
your whispered lies produce, you who would be known as
the bloodthirsty, the murderous, the sword of terrible vengeance,
I can only laugh at you! For I have been blessed by the God
of true sight, the Lord who inspires visions, the King whose word
is unwavering, and Dionysos has shown me who you actually are.
You are Amphilogos, the Pretender; you are not a wrath-spirit,
or even a sloth-spirit, nor do you belong to any of the other families
of vice! You are just a lonely wanderer of the wastes, desperate for
some acknowledgment, and so you harass those who are busy about
their prayers and devotions. You hope to lead them away
from their family and friends and set up division between them
and their Holy Powers, but don’t even realize that you have already
been defeated. The false images you vomit up, the disgusting falsehoods
you blow into people’s ears from your backside — they hold no power!
They are forgotten as soon as the stench of them has drifted away.
You think you are mighty, Amphilogos, because you got a human to think
bad things about themselves; you rejoice because you sowed discord
between friends or spouses? What pathetic accomplishments!
I would almost pity you if you had not allied yourself with the unmaker.
Instead I pray that Dionysos show you what real fury and thirst for blood
look like, as your sword is shattered and your screams fill the long night.