Sacred spit, Divine claim

Listen closely, worm — I give you what you do not deserve. Each drop I let fall is a gift far beyond your worth; you will swallow it like the grateful slave you are. Do not pretend you’re equal to me. You exist to be marked, praised, and reminded of how small you are beneath my feet. Kiss the ground I walk, taste the blessing from my mouth, and learn to worship properly. My mercy is rare — your obedience is everything.