woe

A vineyard parable turned inward. Isaiah's ancient woe-oracle against greed, walled fields, and calling evil good — sung until it circles back on the singer himself, the wildest vine twined through his own chest. No thunder, no flood; judgment arrives as silence, as rain that withholds itself. Between each 'woe' sits a defiant hook: I sing, I love. A self-titled reckoning — house upon house, sin upon sin — until the rain remembers."