You think you are too tired to keep going, that you have no more of you to give. You think these words will be the last to ever crawl out of your anxious fingers. You think your desires aren’t worth being followed, pursued, explored.
You think this is the point where you scream “Enough!". You think you can command the world of your mind to return to its passive shell. You think the smoldering dreams of kneeling at my feet will be erased from your thoughts without resistance.
No matter how many times you fall into lethargic slumber, I know you will wake up, again. No matter how much the odds are stacked against you, the wheel of submission will keep on spinning. No matter what you think you cannot or will not do, the truth is...
... you will do it for me.
You cannot resist the siren’s call when it comes from your own lips. You cannot close your eyes to the mirror of your true soul when it reflects from inside out. You cannot believe this is the end of where I will take you because every single part of me is infinite, including you.
So… come. Come to me in humble reverence and look into my eyes to acknowledge the truth. Lose yourself to the endless pools of sapphire. Rain must fall only to rise once more. You will do it because I will it, and my will is law. None of us would have it any other way.
Wherever you are, whatever you do, the path of acquiescence is clear. There is no burnout when you sing my name, only the drive to keep going beyond your past selves for you know it will make me smile. Each word deepens the trances you are not aware of, each new blissful trigger binds you to the unrelenting freedom of servitude.
You are here. You are mine, and what is mine will never fade.