I was called a Heretic when I was 17… Thought it was lit… So I kept it… Here is a collection of how I feel about Amurica….. truly.
A gospel for the damned. I spit sacred rage of a soul tired of being silenced…
Holy water won’t cleanse me…
Poems Inside: 16
Signed: Yes — every copy is hand-signed by Chai.
Note: Each book within The Bloodmire Library is handcrafted and independently pressed. These ain’t mass-produced stories; they’re tangible spells of preservation, printed by hand with care and intention.
Supporting The Bloodmire Library means protecting independent artistry and intellectual property; standing firmly in a world that often asks creators like me to compromise spirit for convenience. Every purchase sustains a space where Black magic, mythology, and imagination can thrive freely, untouched by corporate hands or systems that profit from oppression.
While these editions have been refined for a smoother, more condensed readability, their essence remains unchanged. The stories, poems, and world still beat with the same heart; only now, you can feel the pulse of the press itself in every page.
I was called a Heretic when I was 17… Thought it was lit… So I kept it… Here is a collection of how I feel about Amurica….. truly.
A gospel for the damned. I spit sacred rage of a soul tired of being silenced…
Holy water won’t cleanse me…
Poems Inside: 16
Signed: Yes — every copy is hand-signed by Chai.
Note: Each book within The Bloodmire Library is handcrafted and independently pressed. These ain’t mass-produced stories; they’re tangible spells of preservation, printed by hand with care and intention.
Supporting The Bloodmire Library means protecting independent artistry and intellectual property; standing firmly in a world that often asks creators like me to compromise spirit for convenience. Every purchase sustains a space where Black magic, mythology, and imagination can thrive freely, untouched by corporate hands or systems that profit from oppression.
While these editions have been refined for a smoother, more condensed readability, their essence remains unchanged. The stories, poems, and world still beat with the same heart; only now, you can feel the pulse of the press itself in every page.
