

Your devotion makes me even more powerful, a never-ending spiral sending you down and sending me up. When you look at my content, think about me, kneel for me, and prove your obsession by materially enhancing my life, you play the smallest role in expanding my grandeur. It's our dance. You worship, I radiate power. Like all good worship, the deeper you sink into devotion, the better your chances at salvation. Or, perhaps in our case, damnation.