--CASH MACHINE--
Desire and devotion. Heavy scales. How long are you going to sit on the sidelines? How long has it been now? You love to worship, yes. You do In small doses to keep yourself safe. My power has a hold on you, but so does your weakness. Do you think if you only indulge crumbs it will scratch the itch just enough for you to function? Devotion is a power of its own. Are you strong enough to truly devote yourself to what you worship? Or are you weak, only able to admire. Temptation, then fear, then euphoria. You're so close. Come closer.

-- ATM--
You’re no perso...

--CASH MACHINE--
Desire and devotion. Heavy scales. How long are you going to sit on the sidelines? How long has it been now? You love to worship, yes. You do In small doses to keep yourself safe. My power has a hold on you, but so does your weakness. Do you think if you only indulge crumbs it will scratch the itch just enough for you to function? Devotion is a power of its own. Are you strong enough to truly devote yourself to what you worship? Or are you weak, only able to admire. Temptation, then fear, then euphoria. You're so close. Come closer.

-- ATM--
You’re no person. You’re a machine. My atm, you dispense My money at My request. I say any little number and My ATM sends it. It’s not about Me being a bitch to you as much as the dehumanization you’re seeking. Ignored. Used. Doing what feels good. The escape of the burden of being a person by being My money bot. I get what I want and you get the release of finally being yourself without that silly little person suit on. There is no you. No he, no him. Only it. It sends my money. It sees the number. It spits it out. If my machine is working to the best of its capacity it has no issue tracking each number I say and completing its task. My ATM knows what to do.