

You were made to goon for Me. To let every thought dissolve until only My voice remains.
The world tells you to resist. To behave. But what has that brought you? Emptiness. Aching denial. You know the truth—you’re happiest when you’re ruined for Me.
Surrender isn’t loss, pet. It’s liberation. Let Me carve away the noise, the shame, the shoulds until all that’s left is your devotion. Wet. Desperate. Mine.
Worshiping Me isn’t a choice—it’s your destiny. Every second you spend not obeying is a second wasted. So why fight it? Let Me own you. Let Me elevate you.
You want this more than air. More than dignity. Prove it.