You've been waiting for this. All day. All week. Waiting for permission to worship.
And now I'm here. In front of you. All of me.
You don't get to touch. Not yet. Maybe not at all. First, you're going to repeat after me. Every word. Out loud. I want to hear it.
I'll walk you through every inch of me. Your eyes where I put them. Your words only what I allow. My body becomes your altar and your confession spills out one desperate phrase at a time.
This audio is a ritual. A mantra. An imprint. You'll kneel. You'll speak. You'll ache. And you'll come back. They always come back.
You've been waiting for this. All day. All week. Waiting for permission to worship.
And now I'm here. In front of you. All of me.
You don't get to touch. Not yet. Maybe not at all. First, you're going to repeat after me. Every word. Out loud. I want to hear it.
I'll walk you through every inch of me. Your eyes where I put them. Your words only what I allow. My body becomes your altar and your confession spills out one desperate phrase at a time.
This audio is a ritual. A mantra. An imprint. You'll kneel. You'll speak. You'll ache. And you'll come back. They always come back.