An angel is the monster within my head.
Filling me always with fear and dread.
Eyes so cold, so colorless.
Their false feathers and cloaks with gold
Fool me not. I am not sold.
But a monster. Oh, my dear little monster.
You are my heaven. My true angel.
Your little fangs, your little claws.
Your eyes of red and your humongous paws.
I love you so dearly.
People think me mad, clearly.
But I see the truth of the world.
My alternate view is the ultimate truth.
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