Church is in session, and you’re already on your knees, palms together, praying deeply to the Church of Lindsey. Eagerly and anxiously, you await my orders, orders you live to fulfill.
You don’t miss a beat once I allow you to touch yourself. You don’t hesitate when I tell you to tribute to the Church. You’re prepared for every last command from above.
By now, you know our dynamic very well. I don’t need to explain it to you. I am divine, I am holy, and you are just my weak little disciple. The purpose of your life is to follow me and obey my every command, down on your knees, cock in hand, wallet out.
