The demon hides his horns
And walks among the crowd
Thinking himself to be rarer
An angel among the beasts
Thinking he's so clever to be
Concealing his horns, and he
Reckons he's fooling them all
But he's only just still demon
As dark as any other lurkers
The only thing that damages
Him is how he thinks he's so
A transcendental entity who
Masks his horns with a smirk
Manipulating transparencies
"Darling, you don't know me"
Yet he's as mysterious as a
Clear pressed sheet of glass
And those angsty acts of his
It wields paroxysmal laughs
The angels can only pity him
Poor demon and his complex
For the only one he convinces
Is his foolish, delusional self.
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Poetry"A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage..." -William Blake
