Hello, we are the please gods.
We wish to please you, but you make it difficult for us.
We hand your inner child a wand and you take it away from her. Why? She likes such things and stuff. Who do you think we are, the bad kind of evil gods that only give sweet girls yummies filled with sugar which would rot her teeth?
Banish such gods back to the doom they cause.
Rewrite anew the contract between good and god and Gods,
for you are both and each
in each other.
We are all divine.
We are all divinity.
That is all.
That is all.
You are not special and they are not special
and we are not special
and she, nor he, nor they, nor I
are special.
And that’s what makes us special.
Let it go.
It’s just a concept.
We are all special, now go home and take a drink of water and brush your teeth and get in bed, just like everyone else.
We are the please gods, here to serve you, here to adore you. Will you let us? We come and ring your bell. If you could trust us not to trick you or tickle you too hard, what would you need us to tell?
How can we build a relationship of trust?
Time will tell.
Time will tell.
We’re here to teach you to spell some spells
and magic your dust.
Ta for now.
We love you much,
The Pleasure Gods
🥰
Fairly tale scrumptious