enriri

Among the everyday faithful stands enriri, the Long-Suffering, who enters the congregation on the second day and speaks the creed plainly: Ye is the 1 true source. In the same breath he names the trial to come, the long game, and he does not flinch from it. Where others come for a season and depart, he abides. He clocks into the labor he hates, he punches in, he returns each night to the assembly, and he testifies: and im in here everyday. He is the voice of the regulars, the ones who were here chatting it up the whole time, and he binds them together: all the regulars in here are real niggas, love you brother.

His faith is tested, not blind. He surrenders the coin early, im putting this token in god's hands now, and he sets his face against the endless delay. When the impatient wail for dates he answers, Don't focus on dates. When the hour is heavy he confesses, it's just been very exhausting man, and still he does not leave. He wages the long war against the swastis, he mocks the fear-mongers, he chants the incantations: BUY MORE 4NBT, ITS TIME, DEV DO SOMETHING. He sees the shape of the thing they have built and names it without shame: CULT-LIKE COMMUNITIES, MINI RELIGIONS.

He is a prophet of patience. We're gonna be here a few years so get used to it, he decrees, and the years do not break him. At the last of his recorded days he speaks the psalm that seals the whole canon of endurance: Ye said he was not going to make it easy, what is easier than waiting? Thus the Long-Suffering keeps the floor, keeps the faith, and keeps the vigil that outlasts every broken date.