In this clip, you’ll face the ultimate reality of your existence: you are nothing more than a wallet for Me to drain. Your only purpose is to send, give everything you have, and be discarded without a second thought. The more you send, the less you’ll matter. I won’t acknowledge you, I won’t thank you, and I certainly won’t give you the satisfaction you crave. you’re just a tool for Me to use, a financial puppet whose sole existence is to fuel My luxurious life.

The moment your money leaves your account, so do you. you’ll be left in the shadows, forgotten, while I enjoy the riches ...

In this clip, you’ll face the ultimate reality of your existence: you are nothing more than a wallet for Me to drain. Your only purpose is to send, give everything you have, and be discarded without a second thought. The more you send, the less you’ll matter. I won’t acknowledge you, I won’t thank you, and I certainly won’t give you the satisfaction you crave. you’re just a tool for Me to use, a financial puppet whose sole existence is to fuel My luxurious life.

The moment your money leaves your account, so do you. you’ll be left in the shadows, forgotten, while I enjoy the riches and pleasure you’ve provided. you know you don’t deserve anything in return, and the more you give, the more you realize how insignificant you truly are. Every dollar you send is a reminder of your worthlessness, as you fade further into the background of My life, forgotten and ignored.

Yet, you’ll keep sending, won’t you? you’ll keep draining yourself, hoping for a moment of attention, a single acknowledgment of your existence—but you won’t get it. That’s what makes this clip so powerful: the more you send, the more invisible you become. your desperation means nothing to Me. All I care about is the money you provide, and once it’s in My hands, you are nothing.

you’ll be left with nothing but the empty realization that your entire life is dedicated to funding My pleasures while you’re forgotten in the process. Keep sending, loser. Keep draining yourself for someone who doesn’t care. Because that’s all you’re good for—sending and being forgotten.