In the Devil's Sweet Embrace

The sweet little thing is evil. The petite harmless looking pretender saved the gravelly voice and occassional smirk looks devilishly enchanting. She's deep into the devil's embrace. Many, like Satan himself, never had it so good. "Look at all the kingdoms in the world I'll give them to you if you bow before me". The chameleon - like pedigreed bantam economist-politician bit at the alluring offer and never let go. The kingdom is not wanting of lapping imps and powerful wheelers and dealers. The trouble is when hell becomes too-crowded for comfort. Hell is a lonely place. Ranting, howling, wailing sounds from nowhere are suddenly heard. Though, admittedly, the promised kingdom has the material for pleasures of the flesh. Being only human, the self-believing economic genius thinks it deserves some earthly perks after all the hard work of going deeply into the devil's embrace. The charade of thieving, lying, and killing continues. The war within oneself heats up to boiling point. The embrace is tight, too tight for comfort but with the sweet little thing's size, just a little snuggling is the best option. The lapdogs and oligarchs and the "lords" are ready to pounce on anyone trying to break through. It will take sometime. Just enjoy the devil's sweet embrace at the moment as he sends for replacement. Then the evil one will just be another ordinary imp crawling for the smelly traces he left behind. Death is worth it. If there is no life after. And that's what the Devil preach " this is the life" my sweet midget sized handmaid. Enjoy it while it lasts. This is custom-built for you and you alone my faithful servant. In this world, we're winning the war. And so it seems to the powerful of the dark side. Hang on as the war pierces through the soul. If the soul's still there.