It'll never work, you know... there's just no denying how truly and utterly obsessed with Me you are -- when it comes to Me, there's no such thing as, "too much," simply, "not enough."

But it isn't simple, is it? No, the intensity with which that urge hits you is never simple nor is it possible to resist. you're hopeless addicted to the taste of My ruin and to the feeling of My fingers in your wallet. you need Me and you always will. No, serving Me isn't simple, but you know it is so fucking worth it. It's why you beg for a chance, beg for a taste, beg to begin that spiral that you...

It'll never work, you know... there's just no denying how truly and utterly obsessed with Me you are -- when it comes to Me, there's no such thing as, "too much," simply, "not enough."

But it isn't simple, is it? No, the intensity with which that urge hits you is never simple nor is it possible to resist. you're hopeless addicted to the taste of My ruin and to the feeling of My fingers in your wallet. you need Me and you always will. No, serving Me isn't simple, but you know it is so fucking worth it. It's why you beg for a chance, beg for a taste, beg to begin that spiral that you know you can never recover from.

The only thing simple about your obsession to gooning to Me is the simple fact that it is time to give up, once and for all, and accept your true fate: hopelessly addicted to the financial fuckery that My greed causes.