Your place is beneath Me, slave. Beneath My divine, holy feet. That's where you belong, and it's where you will stay. You belong beneath Me, just something for Me to walk on. Something to use, a stepping stone for Me to get ahead, at your expense. You're an object to be used, I would burn you like kindle on a fire to keep Myself warmer at night. You're just a pawn in My game, slave. So accept it, embrace it, LOVE IT.