I drink in marvels of creation
Their movements - cold perfection
Lights burn through the settling haze
Display the master in the center
Fear in his eyes
"Come one, come all! Feast your eyes on the most terrifying marvels of all creation! Tonight only, Mad Mr. Mortus' Mutant Menagerie! Creatures with claws, humans with paws, horrors and deformities that will make your skin crawl!"
We bring the fire
Burn the pyre
And feast on the fears of common men
We are the fire
Fueled by desire
Your bones snap and crack in our hands
Curtain call and all is dark
My body quivers with fear and wonder
Shadows twist as I draw near
Hold my breath, peer into...
In evil's realm a low voice rasps
Beseeching my deliverance
Shackles, chains, and floodlight glare
Display the prisoner in the center
His eyes burn mine with desperate pleas
The creatures taste my fear
Stomach weighs my feet to the ground
The master proves the slave
"Look what suppression has done to this child. His true desires in irons of fear. It's not curiosity that brought you here, but stifled desires as sick as our forms. We can set you free boy - turn you inside out. You're more like us than you know. You've been fueling the fire that burns the world, and now you are the flame."
Soulless eyes and sharpened claws fix themselves upon me
Their jagged grin, jaundiced skin become my loathsome raiment.
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