They hide behind curtains, mask their faces with kindness,
Pretend to be good, in a world that feels mindless.
With glimmers of charm and whispers so sweet,
They lure us away from the path of our feet.

In shadows they gather, plotting their schemes,
Feeding on chaos, unraveling dreams.
With promises bright, they twist and they turn,
As hearts become heavy, and spirits will burn.

“Why look to the sky?” they taunt with a grin,
“When power and glory lie deep within?”
They offer illusions, a taste of the night,
And slowly, they dim the once radiant light.

In temples of worship, where hope used to bloom,
Now echoes of silence and dark, looming gloom.
For devils in disguise walk...