Get on your knees, idiot. Those filthy socks are more than fabric, they’re evidence of My superiority, and you’ll worship every stained, sweaty thread like it’s the Holy Grail. Lick, sniff, kiss, beg for the privilege of being allowed to touch My feet, because I only hand out mercy to those who show proper devotion.
You don’t just adore Me, you adore the dirt that clings to Me, and that’s exactly how I like it. Prove your worth, spoil Me with your worship, and remember who you’re doing it for.