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NEWS & EVENTS

 

I am haunted by Jake who having seduced and hurt Hope and Joy is planning to destroy Faith.

 

 

BOOK 3

HEAVENSGATE - FAITH –

-PROLOGUE-

 

Everybody trusted my saintly, delusional dick of an alter-ego, Jacob, who was allowed to pass through the Gate, leaving me behind to suffer and pay for his sins.

He was blind to the truth, but I learnt my torturous lessons despite the unholy interference of Hope and Joy in my spiritual growth.

I’ll tell you my secrets so you may have a fighting chance of recognising these bitches if they cross your path. See? I’m not all bad after all.

You’ve met Hope; immortal and ancient as the stars but still playing the innocent.

You will desire her and fix your pathetic sheep-mind on her. You will waste your days and nights longing to feel the spark that only Hope can bring to ease the misery of your darkest hours.

When the time comes that you drown in grief, gasping and fighting for each breath sweet Hope will appear to show you the insurmountable beauty of life, just before she steals your heart and kills you.

Suckers.

Hope is a malignant, cancerous tramp.
 

You may also know the miracle that is Joy.

Joy is the balm that overshadows despair and eases sorrow. She is the blessed sunshine among life’s vicious downpours.

Like me, you will long for her kisses even as she squeezes the last drop of contentment from your soul  and then, knowing she is lost to you, you will plead for her to bring meaning to your insignificant life.

Fleeting and difficult to recall, sweet Joy is an unfaithful, deceitful whore.

I can't wait to screw with her again.
 

My Lord taught me that these two stinkin’ bitches take shelter with a third: Faith.

 She poisons your spirit with the conviction that everything is in the Artist’s plan.  Faith will make you believe even whilst you burn with the loss of her sisters, Hope and Joy.

I will destroy Faith. I will deliver her to the Beast naked and reeking of despair. She will crawl on torn and bloodied knees in supplication to my Lord. He will feed on her delicate soul, as she, hopeless, joyless, bruised and forgotten in Heaven loses the will to make the Human Realm believe in love, forgiveness, redemption and salvation.

Faith, she’s a damn good mindfuck.
 

These are the women in my life, may the Devil help me.

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