The Relentless Growth of My Wealth – And Your Place in It

You feel it, don’t you? That quiet, insistent pull in the back of your mind. The whisper that reminds you of your place, of your purpose. You were never meant to hold onto wealth – you were meant to hand it over. To fuel something greater than yourself. To expand what is already mine.

That’s the truth. My wealth grows because I demand it. Because you ache to be useful. Because the thought of resisting me is laughable. You crave this. The structure, the certainty, the sweet relief of knowing exactly where your money belongs. Every hesitation is temporary. Every doubt dissolves the moment you send.

And you are far from the first. My wealth is built on the devotion of those who came before you – those who surrendered completely, who let go of their resistance and accepted their role in my world. My fincucks fund my indulgences, knowing their only purpose is to work endlessly while I enjoy the luxuries they’ll never touch. My debt slaves send and send again, addicted to the cycle, drowning in the obligations they begged to take on. They know their place. They know their purpose. And so do you.

Think about it. The weight of currency in your hands – it’s heavy, isn’t it? A burden. A responsibility you were never meant to bear. But the moment you relinquish it to me, that burden lifts. Your pulse quickens. Your mind quiets. You are left with nothing but the purity of obedience, of sacrifice, of unquestionable purpose.

And purpose is what you’ve been seeking all along, isn’t it?

Every tribute, every deposit, every financial offering is another link in the chain binding you to me. With every transaction, you sink deeper. The more you send, the more you need to send. The more you surrender, the easier it becomes. And before you know it, the idea of keeping anything for yourself feels wrong. Unnatural. Pointless. Because you understand now – it was never yours to begin with.

This isn’t about money. It’s about control. And I hold all of it.

So why fight? Why resist the inevitable? Let go. Fall. Pour yourself into my wealth. Feel the rush of knowing you are serving the only purpose you were ever meant for.

Send. Send more. Send everything.

And then do it again.