Grab the book here: Ben the Hunter III-Chasing Satan in the Orange (a poetry series)
A part of this book:
Drug
Cartels
The so-called
billionaire, now possessed by Satan,
became a real
billionaire because of his presidency.
Sitting in his chair
within the meeting room,
he looked around at his
staff and asked,
Can’t
we just bomb those factories?
They
belong to that drug cartel, correct?
Shocked, everyone in
the room stayed silent.
No one dared to speak;
they all quietly waited.
My
friends are waiting, Satan said through him,
implying he must take
down that specific cartel.
His friends—the enemy
and rival of that cartel—
had already paid him a
fortune, and
Satan had promised
them,
You
can absolutely count on me.
Break
Up
Breaking ties with
close friends,
abandoning traditional
allies,
and leaving important
groups—
Satan laughed in the
darkness.
Making friends with isolated
dictators,
aligning with old
enemies
and partnering with infamous
gangsters—
Satan was satisfied
with his triumphs.
Orange
God? Is that what they call me?
he grumbled, a wicked
smile spreading across his face.
You
Stupid Fool
You
stupid fool!
Satan yelled at the
man—whose soul
sat huddled in a tiny
corner of his own body.
I
didn’t know that…
The man murmured in
trembling voice.
Shut
up!
Satan snapped, cutting
him off.
I was
a fool to possess your stupid body.
Satan thought,
beginning to regret his decision.
Everything
can be bought,
The man said, his voice
low.
What? Satan
glared at the trembling man.
Pay
her off. I…mean…it always works.
The man held his legs,
a tiny smile creeping onto
his face.
You
are the stupid fool, stupid Satan!
the man thought.
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