Pray for the Day to Become Prey

Poem about how we Giantess fans, vore crush etc,dream of the day our dream will come true.

We pray for the day to become prey.
So that the life we know will fade away.
As science progresses day by day
We pray for the day to become prey
Whether a foot comes from the goddess above
Or we await for her to sit as we stand still as a dove
As she licks her lips and plops us in her mouth
She rolls us about, like an old cotton machine in the south
And then she decides whether to chew or swallow
Into her belly will ultimately follow
She may even crush us by hand
And grind our bones into sand
To outsiders, we we come off as strange
But it is they who are the deranged
We want nothing but to be chosen by a goddess
To be sent to heaven by her fondness
So until we see the machine that can shrink us away
We pray for the day to become prey