Oh powerful one of Ra
lend me your ears and strength.
I feel rage, boiling powerful rage.
Rage that seeks to destroy
It wants to destroy all that is breakable
and kill everything that lives
And under it is sorrow
Bind it, oh Lord of Chaos,
tame it as you tame the dark each night.
Beat its head
crush it beneath your heel.
Take this snake of isfet,
demolish it as you would
Destroy it with your hands
rend it with the power in your arms.
This rage is not lovely,
it strangles its own righteousness,
bring it to Ma’at,
give it to Sekhmet.
Let it be brought to a rage of justice.
Oh Lord of the Unexpected,
take this unexpected thing and let it be used for holiness.
Let it be a shield against harm, let it be a shield against myself.
For this rage is not wholly good,
it has flaws that it hates
and makes it all grow larger.
Let this fire be one of higher purpose
and not merely destruction and pain.
Set, my god, guide me in the use of this rage
let it be a thing of ma’at
do not let it be consumed by isfet.