A heretic’s gospel and an altar of ruin, The Unholy Book of Litanies is the raw, undressed version of the Daddyland mythos.
It reveals what was too twisted, too explicit, too holy to say before.
Composed in fire and fury, these litanies are spoken not to be understood, but to be felt—written for the bruised, the beautiful, and those who loved in the dark.
This is not a confession. This is scripture.
"Let them say I was too much. I was never written for those who preferred less."