You are damn pleased to pay ME. You cannot resist bankruptcy just to give Me everything. And I want to take it fucking all while I'm laughing at your dumb face all the time. And that thought makes you damn hard, and we both know that. You will keep coming back and spending until it hurts. I am God, and you are My sucker. My words absorb you, and you cannot resist paying Me. You're just another wallet-pig begging Me to drain you. You are a sucker, and I control your mind.