There are those in life who want to look like angels

Those who want to be seen as absolutely beautiful, graceful, and winsomely charming

Those who are always determined to succeed

In really whatever, like playing sports, fighting, singing, or swimming

However, beneath their success and image

There is something off with these “angels”

With how they are by themselves, far from public

It is as if they take off their robes and halos

Just to reveal their tails, their horns

This twisted pleasure of constant lies

Their sickeningly vicious smiles

This disturbingly abrasive soul

Completely hidden, not meant to be seen

And once they let it all out in hiding

They put away their long, snake-like tails

Their massive and intimidating horns

Their utter darkness and anger

Their malice and utmost fiendishness

Put their robes and halos back on

And get back out there looking like “angels”

Those very filthy “angels”