Welcome to my circus! Thanks for being here today!

Please sit down, rest after walking all this way!

Sit back and relax, the show’s starting soon.

Just gaze at the sky, and enjoy the full bred moon.

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The show begins now; there appears a masquerade of fools

Laugh at them, around their necks hangs a hangman’s noose!

Red paint splattered on their faces. Happy, angry and sad.

Come on! Laugh and clap! They really aren’t that bad.

Though they move languidly and cannot juggle well.

Just endure their performance, till you hear the midnight bell

Where are the lions? Why are there only clowns?

Why are there only white faces that fail to astound?

You ask before you leave, when the show is not yet over.

I’m afraid you can’t leave yet, and that makes you glower.

You try to exit through the entrance, shoving me away.

Don’t you understand? You came here and were meant to stay!

Your glare hardly scares me, not even a little bit.

For even you cannot see if no candles were lit.

A foul stench envelops us; such is the glory of decay.

My clowns are around us, much to my dismay.

You see, these are the corpses I have revived and exhumed.

Horror and fear swirls in your eyes, I can only assume.

But enough talk, and no more time is to be lost.

Time for you to join my circus. Welcome, Mr Moss.

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Welcome to my circus! Thanks for being here today!

Please sit down! The show’s beginning right away!

Oh my goodness! Do you hear that wonderful sound?

The shuffling feet that belongs to only my clowns…