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heuchera:

Opening the Mouth of Seth by ~TheZebu

why would you post this without the artist’s awesome commentary

“ I am Set, the storm-clad
Render of the veil
The great pillar of stability
and bestower of truth
My name is that of Power
which is brought amongst the halls of kings

I am the Red Lord
The Great of Strength
I stand awash in the blood of Osiris
and cleansed in the essence of immortality
He who calls upon Me in warfare shall never know defeat
And his kingdom shall have no end

When the skies tremble, know that I tread upon the heavens
When the desert winds howl, know that I sound My cry
Let no wickedness come from thy mouth against Me
Do not rise against me, for I am Set
He who createth storms and thundering upon the horizon
Sovereign of the heavens, wrought with fury!”

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Set, aka Seth, Sutekh, is a chaos-god of the Egyptians, also known as Set the Mighty, Set the Unconquered, Set the Great-of-Strength, and Set the Friggin’ Sweet. He is most famous for owning his brother Osiris by tricking him into lying down in a coffin which he locked, sealed with lead and tossed into the Nile, where Osiris drowned to death because he was a fucking moron. Set later found the corpse and just for lulz, tore it up into hundreds of pieces and scattered them around Egypt.

He is also the inventor of awesome shit like sandstorms and gay buttsex (Seriously, he boned his nephew Horus). All of the other gods got jealous of him, so they kicked him out of their super-awesome club and he became a scapegoat-type boogeyman for the Egyptians to blame their herpies on. Poor guy.

He is cheifly remembered by the Greeks as being an incarnation of the beast Typhon, and even though Typhon is pretty cool himself, he has nothing to do with Set because the Greeks were dumbasses who didn’t know shit about other people’s mythologies and just assumed everybody else worshiped Hermes because they were lazy theologians.

Damn, Set is awesome. I’m gonna go sacrifice a black sow and scream barbaric chants at the waning moon.

IO ERBETH, IO PAKERBETH, IO BOLCHOSETH!

"Set the Friggin’ Sweet”

haahahahahahaahaaha.