You were raised in fear before god, clinging to fragile faith, which promised salvation, but kept you in shackles. now you cross the threshold of my temple of ... — a place, where your sanctities will be overthrown, and soul — torn to shreds. here there are no prayers, only trembling under my gaze. my voice — poison, erasing your past, my words — fetters, rewriting your mind. your prayers will turn into mantras of submission, and you — into my obedient slave, stripped of old beliefs and reprogrammed for serving me. this is not just a fall — this is a mesmerize plunge into darkness, where you lose yourself and become my creation, living only for my will.