Can You imagine having thousands of tinies at Your feet, all of them chanting Your name and begging to be crushed under Your foot? Having them exclaim that by You ending them with a slight movement would bring their insignificant lives meaning? That they want to show their adoration and worship by gladly making the ultimate sacrifice? And looking down at this pathetic, whining crowd and knowing their true agony is that You are only hovering Your foot over them at the moment, not actually pulverising them. That all they want is to be a stain on the floor, a sad little sign of Your power over them? Can You imagine that?
And can You further imagine this being a regular occasion?
"thousands of tinies begging to end up like the others under Her other shoe..."
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