Satans Point of View

Peel away my attractive shell,
and I'll show you something real.
I am not the preaditor,
I am the prey.
A monster.
That the truly weak created,
but their sucess is not celeabrated.
For their sucuess is a failure,
they've made another.
Destroyer.
Of lives,
of love,
creator of lies.
My soul rots,
I attract flies.
I fill the hole thats been eatten,
with sins and tragities,
I've created.
Who am I?
They prefer to call my Satan