You’re called the Lie-Smith

But You’ve been the one Who

Keeps me Truthful and on track like no one else

 

Each little lie I tell myself

You force me to see,

Crawling on my tongue like a corpse covered in maggots

 

You push me to speak the truth

A burning in the back of my mind

Till my lips open and the God on my tongue lets fly

 

You make me go easy on myself

When I really just want to flay my soul

Holding me back with a look or a word

 

Every time I want to be silent

When it would be convenient or not cause trouble

There You are, prompting me to speak

 

So I raise my Voice, Loki

In all its forms

And thank You.

 

Thank You, Loki

For never sparing me

Heart, mind, or soul

From Your lashing tongue

Each lash has rent its own

Layer of bullshit

Till You and Your Blood Brother

brought me tender, tearful

And through those same tongues

Made me more than I’ve ever been.

 

There are times when I complain

About the clue by fours upside the head

When I least expect them

 

There are times when I grumble

About how hard things are

When life gets rough

 

Thank you for keeping me humble

When I get haughty

And need to be brought back down

 

Thank you for keeping me focused

When I get distracted from what needs doing

Looking aside from the goal

 

Hail Loki, Whose Star is Lokabrenna

May Your Light ever shine

Showing me the right way.