you are My doormat. yes, you, lying there, flat and unresisting,
serving no purpose other than to be stepped on by Me.
look at you, groveling at My feet.

the epitome

of insignificance.

you're not just a doormat;

you're the dirt

that clings to it,

unworthy even

of the effort

it would take
to shake you off.

you are My doormat. yes, you, lying there, flat and unresisting,
serving no purpose other than to be stepped on by Me.
look at you, groveling at My feet.

the epitome

of insignificance.

you're not just a doormat;

you're the dirt

that clings to it,

unworthy even

of the effort

it would take
to shake you off.