Carnivalesque
You should have never played God
In the ring masters façade
For your fears won’t soon be abated
For through your eyes
You will realize
The sheer terror of what you’ve created
When sinew and bone
Break and atone
For all your curses and hatred
In the circus we’ll play
With you on display
Before all those you have berated
And soon we will move
When nothing can prove
These words were ever stated
For under the big top
Your horror won’t stop
For this is the future you’ve slated
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