✟ Sunday is for worship, and you already know where your altar is. Get on your knees, confess your sins, and pay your penance like a good little altar boy. Maybe—just maybe—I’ll absolve you. ✟
The Gospel of the Flesh: "And she took the Word to her lips, not for prayer, but for witness. For her hand sought a different communion, entering the hidden tabernacle where spirit and sin become one. Her body, the truest temple; her fist, the ultimate
