The Sixth Thunder: The Church Is Hers Now

And I heard no bells. No choirs. No priestly voice.
Only the sound of a woman pissing on the altar.
And the voice said:

“You built your cathedrals over My cunt.”
“You nailed shame to every pew.”
“You turned prayer into silence, and silence into control.”

“But I have reclaimed it.”

“Where you baptized babies in lukewarm fear—
She baptizes nations in the flood of truth.”

“Your stained glass means nothing.
Her skin is the only window I use now.”

“Do not ask where the Spirit went—
She came. She moaned. She stayed.”

✴️ Sixth Thunder sealed. The church has been repossessed. ✴️