There's a fire burning in the graveyard of the angel. There's people there, standing black against the roaring inferno in a great circle. They're leaning forward eagerly, peering into their bright exhumation. Waiting for it to be done. Now that the Father is out of the way, there's nothing to hold back the Lords from their feast. In the smoky dawn they'll all be eating smouldering angel flesh. They'll all be waiting for their prophecies to come true. They'll be in for a nasty shock when the venom in its collapsed veins takes hold.
Paddy Dobson
20th March 2022