And I'm your God. You're nothing and I'm you're holy grail. You're a puddle of worthless splooge I make effort to side-step. Yet you follow me relentlessly. You need the shame. You get off on the rejection. You know you can't have me, but you must see me. You love the tease. You love knowing I could never lower myself to be with loser like you. So stroke then simpleton. Spurt your vile cum in your hand and make me your GOD once again.