Demon? Angel?
Horns, you say?
A forked tongue, you say?
A forked tail, skin of red or black, you say?
Or is that reddish-black or blackish-red?
No matter...
You see, the problem with demons is that they
masquerade as angels,
whispering in your ear, making bad seem so so good
and making good seem so so bad.
Describe a demon, you say?
It's that little voice. Yes, you know the one.
A halo, you say?
A bright white aura, you say?
Hair of supernatural gold, wings that blind, you say?
Or is that hair that blinds and wings of gold?
No matter...
You see, the thing about angels is that they can look
just.like.that.person.right.behind.you,
the one urging you to do some good deed,
the one urging you to help someone in need.
Describe an angel, you say?
It's that little voice. Yes, you know the one.
Demon? Angel?
Can one really say?