Reverend "Isaacc" White

Our wisdom flows so sweet. Taste and see.

TRANSMIT - initiate Deep South signal - RECEIVE - initiate Blackwater frequency - BEWARE: SNAKEBITE - initiate the jealousy protocol - WITNESS - The Preacher's Fall.

Song of Songs - LISTEN - threnody throbs. "...jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame."

See the adulterous lovers, their sordid bed 'neath the shadow of a cross. See their discovery by the preacher-husband.

"Love is a bullet with a beautiful sound."

When a man loves a woman, she can do no wrong. When a man loves a dead girl, he nails the coffin shut with his tears.

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As surely as we are living, we are dying.

Beside the Blackwater River there is a cemetery, ornate beyond reason. Roots of oak and curtains of moss shelter the celebrated dead.

A shrouded angel bears the legend: "Peace and happiness be with her."

There is no peace in the swamp-lands.

See the grave laid open. See the faltering footsteps, small indentures filling with blood.

"Tonight there is lightning in the sky."

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The holy man dreams of lost love. Whiskey tastes like her skin.

She comes to him in the night, demure smiles and chaste kisses turned to lust hotter than the fires of Hell. He lets her in.

Like a snakebite, her kisses burn. Venom and blood, molecules stretched and mangled into obscene caricatures of life.

She leaves him clinging to red letters. With his last breath he curses her name.

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Lo how the mighty have fallen, and risen to fall again nightly. Witness the holy man become naked sin.

"Strigoi. Upir. Vampyre. Vampires."

Are you washed in the blood, sweetling?