"Circus City"
reckless, abandoned
crying out for
the warmth of blood
lost, the world their home
the city their play ground
humans their feast
the beast within
rots us at the very core
oh what such beauty
if only we didn’t choose
to ignore…
reckless, abandoned
crying out for
the warmth of blood
lost, the world their home
the city their play ground
humans their feast
the beast within
rots us at the very core
oh what such beauty
if only we didn’t choose
to ignore…
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