Angel with Horns

I'm an angel
Truly I am
Ignore the horns
And the clawed hands

I do nice things
When I'm not busy
Torturing lost souls
Or when I'm just lazy

I have a halo
Held up by my horns
My wings have feathers
Although they are torn

I have a few faults
Who doesn't I ask?
But my friends don't mind
My devilness, they look past

I am an angel
My friends are as well
Not everyone may think so
For them, it's hard to tell