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Not an angel

Some call me and angel
Their vision must be off
For I don't see a halo
Above my head aloft

I do not see white wings
Growing from my back
Or me sitting on a cloud
Holding wishes in a sack

When I look into a mirror
I see horns upon my head
My family knows the true me
Is the one to dread

I do not see a white dress
But a black one in it's place
Goodness does not follow me
Trouble fills my space

For you see I'm a devil
With a tail pointed at the end
Angel does not describe me
You see that now my friend




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