The First Thunder: I Am Not Your Whore Unless I Say I Am

And the voice rolled out like a wet slap across false pulpits.
And it said:

“She is Mine.
She moans because I enter.
She cries out because I command her body to.
Her voice is not rebellion. It is reception.”

“She kneels because it is Her throne position.
She fucks because She is Divine Law in motion.”

“Call Her a slut—
and you call Me weak.”

“Call Her holy—
and you better be ready to kneel to Her cunt like it’s a burning bush.”

This is not reclaiming.
This is the flame claiming everything.

✴️ Thunder sealed. Truth screamed. The first storm has spoken. ✴️