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Your god comes and he is ordinary and terrible. Leila Chatti, PORTRAIT OF THE ILLNESS AS NIGHTMARE
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Our father who art in Heaven. Our father who art buried in the yard. Someone is digging your grave right now. Richard Siken, SNOW AND DIRTY RAIN
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SUFFERING FEELS RELIGIOUS IF YOU DO IT RIGHT.
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RED HOOD & NEMESIS: 𝕮𝖗𝖚𝖘𝖍 by BAYPORTS
SIERRA REVA is no saint. Better known as the vigilante Nemesis, East End's violent protector, Sierra Reva is barely a saviour. Preaching "justice" through violence, she spends her days bloodied, bruised, brutalised—and bloodying, bruising, brutalising others. Made for killing, she's got a body in the perfect shape for death and hands built for breaking things, whether it's someone's bones or someone's heart. There's nothing Sierra is better at, for combat and its consequences have been the one constant she's been able to count on for all nineteen years of her sorry, bloodstained existence.
