The sight of My bare soles is a privilege.
Your devotion is measured by the shine on my boots. Make them gleam.
Your world is defined by the space beneath My feet.
Your eyes on My heels, your mind on My command, your heart in my hand.
You'll crawl on your hands and knees to reach my feet, slave.
Your purpose is singular: to serve the superior.
My dominance, your submission… a simple equation.