A difficult conversation…
The rich man lied to you
He made stuff up
Chanted it
Now you think it is real
It is just a fever dream
He becomes richer
Because of hatreds
He created to exploit
A sorcerer, twisting minds
Promising wealth untold
If you let him bite your neck
And you let him bite, felt your life drain
And believed when he blamed
Someone else
For your weakness and poverty
Chanting on the spell
The fever dream
Your soul being transferred to a vault
Through a series of transactions
Your signature
Authorized the fine print
But I want to love, I want to heal.
I want to reverse that flow
Reclaim and restore
And so, the difficult conversation…
He doesn’t really love you
He’s cheating on you
The betrayal will crush your soul,
But it’s preferable to losing it entirely
The master you serve
Fights the master you should serve
The difficult conversation…