the bad angels

The bad angels roam

In our world they live

We don't see them

They don't see us

Only on certain time frame

They can have their holidays

There they will make havoc

On the people's lives

They can walk free

The bad they like to do

Nobody seems to know

Some will say of ghosts

It's the bad angels

They are here to make it bad

The more the merrier in their lives

Of which we have fallen many times