She will not lay down arms. She runs at me with venomous hate. She is a weapon of untimely destruction. The rifle cracks halting time, shattering this world, our world. I love her but no more than I hate her.

This is our city, our calamity; swift and just, brutal and unrelenting, our Heretic City.

White Sold Out

Water based print for a vintage soft feel.

100% combed ringspun jersey cotton.