You’re down there for a reason. you bow and beg for a reason. you worship these feet because their divinity overpower you. you are nothing without them. Having them in your face is an honor. An honor you don’t deserve, so show your gratitude. Give Me your face, as I shove My soles onto your closed lips and nose, showing you how I control your breath. How great would it be to die beneath My feet? It would be the utmost honor for a peasant like you to give your last breath to My soles.
