I am the buyer and seller of souls. I’ve bought them all and I sold you yours. For the world must run like the gears of a clock, and sometimes you tick or sometimes you tock, but everything given will be taken away and for every silence kept, a word must be said.
Naturally, you must assume there is cost. For everything gained, a penny is lost; of course this life can be no different--when the check arrives, you must pay the difference. But not all who ride on the sunday train pay the same price to get out of the rain: a king’s ransom might obtain far, far less than the pauper’s cheap pain.
Your father paid the price of sweat, a back bent under the yoke of the world; accrued worldly financial debt but was recompensed with the jokes of a girl. And he would say he walked away wealthy, with his empty bank account, for his daughter lives today quite healthy and loves him in equally large amounts.
Yet now we turn our eyes in shame towards the beasts we call rich men, who sate your hunger with the flames while hoarding away the hens. These foul things live lives of envy, both the targets and the sniper. While all they have you may desire, they aim ever higher. And those will pay the highest cost as they climb the ladder of success, for no lives lost or families tossed will come before their behest. And when they’ve reached the highest heights, and look back toward the earth, they’ll find that it’s a long way down, and the ladder can’t support their girth.
And I bought their souls just as quickly as I sold you yours, back when they were old and sickly and you were being born. What price you paid, back on that day, you can scarcely recall, but the price is yours and yours to pay, and will be paid in full. Pay with life or pay with love or pay with earthly riches, pay with all your dreams and goals and all your unfulfilled wishes. Broken hearts and crafted arts pay just as well as gold; paper flowers carry power if the youthful eye beholds.
All the words you’ve ever said, and most of those you didn’t; all the times you ever read, and were inspired for a minute. These all add up to a tidy sum, although you’d never know it. You forget about the fortune you carry in increments of moments.
But life is not a grocery store, where you keep what you have bought--it’s more like a free market, where you buy and sell in stocks. And what you choose to pay your tab with won’t soon be forgotten, what you’ve put out in the waters affects what you have brought in; fishing with chum will net you sharks, and pearls may get you mermaids. Pay your tab with love and I will sell you long and warm days. Pay for love with hate and death, and reap your bales of misery, like so many fools who came before, throughout the course of history.
But one way or the other, you will pay a hefty fee, and one way or the other, you will pay it all to me, for I am the buyer and seller of souls. I’ve bought them all, and someday I’ll buy yours.