...but Some are More Equal than Others!

 
At first a demon will feel like a blessing in disguise  
He will tell you lies while looking at you straight in the eyes  
He will seem very beautiful and alluring to your heart  
Though there’s been a sinister plan right from the start  
 
From the soapbox he’ll persuade and seduce your ass  
He will entice multitudes and enrage crowds en masse  
A demon loves to create chaos and then have control  
And all he asks of you is to submit your will and soul  
 
Evil puts a mask on then struts around in beauty and gold  
Twisting the heart and mind in a manipulated vision sold  
He’ll tell you everything you want to hear from your dreams  
As you slide further into the depths deaf to the screams…  
 
A demon and his kind don’t linger in the dark anymore  
Unlike vampires they are kindly welcomed at the door  
He’ll say that he feels you and can relate when you meet  
And yet his inner circle is made up of the most elite  
 
If you don’t see the signs or read between the lines  
You’ll lose life or limb marching through his landmines  
Because the hypnotic spell a demon can put you in  
Is a hell most joyfully fell for yet fail to see the sin  
 
He will tell you that we’re all the same as if we are brothers  
But his actions say: some are more equal than others  
And when their inner circle gathers in the highest tower  
A demon will confess that what he desires most is more power