The Carnival

by Sheep   Nov 21, 2009


With big top's rotten and mirrors rust
Comes fears extreme with screaming must

A deadly tune comes swirling 'round
With broken rides smashed to the ground

Where boats with hearts are deadly traps
You'd better duck, fear loose your cap

For blood attracts the dirt's true friends
But gnawing teeth make no amends

So run from laughter's deadly grave
When hunting demons won't behave

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