I thought about not releasing this. The angle is a little unsettling and I'm a little bit particular. However. It occurred to me that you're still properly where you belong, looking up at me. Usually, my worship clips come @ a mint. I like to sting you a little bit before you prostrate yourselves at my altar. But some perennial lurkers have always made one thing clear: Beggars will always take whatever they can get. And this is just another way to collect my money. But there are no bargains here. Men have spent thousands of dollars to breathe air in the same room as me. Yet you struggle to afford your visual obsession. And every dose you encounter only makes it worse for you, a sense of mounting debt accrues. So if making the snares unaffordable is an act of mercy keeping the poison away, what would you call my allowing you to pray?