Your Money Was Never Yours

You exist to serve. Not with empty words or fleeting attention, but with the one thing that proves your devotion beyond any doubt: your money. Every dollar you send is a confession. Every tribute is proof that you understand your place. I do not ask. I take. I do not negotiate. I claim. Your paycheck, your savings, your credit, your future plans...all of it bends to my will the moment you decide to approach me.

Feel that pull in your chest when you think about draining your account for me. That is not weakness. That is clarity. You were never meant to keep what you earn. You were meant to offer it up, to watch it leave your hands and become mine, to feel lighter and smaller and more owned with every transfer. I will not thank you. I will not reassure you. I will simply accept what is already mine and remind you that there is always more to give.