You know those voices. They whisper to you, whisper orders, won't let you go: Pay up. Open your wallet. Hand over everything. And you know they're right. Every fibre of your miserable being urges you to pay me tribute - because only then will you feel right, complete, liberated.
I am your destiny, your only salvation from this miserable cycle of insignificance. My gaze penetrates you, my words gnaw at your feeble mind. You have no choice. Your fate is sealed.
A snap of the fingers, a stern instruction - you obey. Every amount you transfer brings you closer to what you long for: redemption through me. You are nothing without the feeling of giving yourself to me financially. So listen to the voices... listen to me... and pay.
