I.
My heart leaps to greet His name.
My lungs expel oxygen and worship over Him.
I am both pulled into submission and given wings of devotion—
lowered to fly high and kiss His lips.
II.
Kneeling is as natural as cell regeneration.
I’d gladly live on my knees if it pleased Him.
He requires nothing of me for His love.
His protection is in the silence, the peace, the calm.
That’s the proof—He doesn’t need me to see Him for it.
He doesn’t need me to earn it.
His love is the livewire-compulsion
removing obstacles and harm from my path
without needing any witness to it at all.
III.
He doesn’t believe in forgiveness.
Loki traverses realms and dimensions,
flawless and fluid,
never pausing to question whether to forgive or not.
His will is to protect innocent hearts.

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