I have blown your cover,
crouching little demon,
you are basking,
behind beauty and fame.
Making others feel so small.
But demon I have seen you,
you are not so tall!
They think you to be an angel,
but I have seen your colors,
and they are not white,
but red,
and even behind that,
your demon eyes are spread.
I know your secret,
I have seen your pain,
I have seen your execution,
behind beauty and fame.
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