On the side of the main drag, some five miles from Daddy’s property, I have a vision:
A genderless angel falls, wings on fire. When it hits the ground, the sky turns red. I’m caught in the infernal blast radius. My child swims like a fish in my belly. Tongues of fire rise alongside me like burning buildings. They line the road ahead and I walk on.
A prophetess whore in exile, onward to Canaan.
– Saint Sadist, 1:5 (Coming soon to Audible, now free on Kindle Unlimted)