SAMAEL (series of drabbles - #16)
Understand me when I say this, said the homeless man from under his large floppy hat, blowing on his fingers in the cold.
“What?” said the toddler.
On your head rests everything I am, and everything I fight for, said the frazzled woman herding students in from their lunch hour.
“Who are you? What do you fight for?” asked the child.
I am rebellion. I fight for freedom from chains, for independence, for sovereignty over the earth, said the restaurant advertisement on the wall of the metro station.
“Sovereignty?” repeated the preteen.
Join me and together we will rule this world, and the next, said the girl in between drags on her bright pink designer cigarette.
“Why should I do anything for you?” demanded the teenager.
Because you want to bring the nations under your feet just as I do, said the newscaster on the radio broadcast transmitted through the microchip.
“That’s true,” admitted the adult.
Satan grinned a shark-like grin.
Excellent.
“What?” said the toddler.
On your head rests everything I am, and everything I fight for, said the frazzled woman herding students in from their lunch hour.
“Who are you? What do you fight for?” asked the child.
I am rebellion. I fight for freedom from chains, for independence, for sovereignty over the earth, said the restaurant advertisement on the wall of the metro station.
“Sovereignty?” repeated the preteen.
Join me and together we will rule this world, and the next, said the girl in between drags on her bright pink designer cigarette.
“Why should I do anything for you?” demanded the teenager.
Because you want to bring the nations under your feet just as I do, said the newscaster on the radio broadcast transmitted through the microchip.
“That’s true,” admitted the adult.
Satan grinned a shark-like grin.
Excellent.