Try to win

Using God's dictum as your foundation and the whole of your spirit as fuel, you assert yourself against your sister's penis in a conceptual struggle for existence.

Every single tug of your will is laid against the leviathan of your sister's cock and its assertion against you, and yet at each and every level you are repelled.

You first attempt is to form in full, to shape some portion of your sister's apocalyptic rod into your very being. But you are rejected. So turgid and powerful is her cock that you are squeezed away from even this minor victory.

Then you go for half the size, perhaps a smaller form could be cut away. But to no avail.

Then yet smaller, smaller, and smaller still.

Each time exerting more effort into a smaller space. And even to the last, your presence is denied purchase in this world.

The world is claimed soil and you are so weak and pathetic that the smallest conceivable division of your sister's penis is more potent than the sum of your entire being.

Your spirit expends itself pointlessly in the void and you cease to have an id, joining the static of naught.

(lol cuck)