Circus or lust

You will not be laughing now at this theater of blood
And no joy is there inside the four dimensional play of illusion.
For I present to you the circus of the shadows.
Come and see them roam, come and hear them weep.

For behold the master and behold the crown
Feel his thrill and feel his power.
Bow down on your knees and kiss the grounds he walks on.
For he is the master of your illusions
And the holder of your sanity.
He is the guest of honor inside his own circus of the freaks.

And so they shall.
For I sow the mass of them the wrong
Crawl up on benches of fire
And I sow their sounds of pleasure
Inside the eternal desire of the flesh.

For I sow them in a madness of the mind
And I sow them separate in two groups.
One in the hall of shame
And one in the hall of the blind.

And in groups of 10 and rows of 10 they walked
For the halls were high
And the hall were vague.
For there was not one thing inside.

Not table and no chairs.
Nothing but the illusion of heaven in their eyes.
For where they are there is no heaven.
There is but a mirage in the desert.

The dream of water on the sun
And the fantasy of lust with a nun.
And horrible those dreams will be
But dreams none the less.

For now I show you the torment in the circus of sin.
Behold my children and see the hall of shame.
See them crawl and roll over the grounds filled with needles
And hear the moan with pleasure.

For I did. I sow them. And I rolled with them
And felt the empty lust of the flesh.
For no creature and no shadow will be inside the hall.
Only the dreams of the dreamer coming to live.
A freak imagining reality to its purest.

And dreams they had so real that they would think are reality.
For naked beauty’s they shall see with body like that of Venus
And touch them they shall and kiss them they shall.
And lust them they shall until the moans crack the dream
Into a nightmare of hell.

For the beauty was no Venus.
The beauty was no more existing
Than a nun in hell is.
For they were making love to their children.

And horror will be in their eyes
When they meet the eyes of the victims they just had
For there is no greater pain than to harm your own.

And if you think this is bad,
You are wrong….for the hall of tears has yet to come.
And here too they shall sit on benches of fire
And the heat will be unbearable
And in the desert their minds shall wonder
Until an oasis is seen in the far.

And they shall cry with tears of joy
For they thought they found water in hell.
HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
And again HA.

The thought shall make him laugh
And shall make him moan with pleasure
For their pain is his pleasure.
For each drop of blood makes
This shadow and this master arouse to heaven.

And he shall stand on top of the theater and watch them
Bathe in the pools of water and he shall laugh.

For there was no water in hell and there never will be.
There was only blood and fire and lava.
So he would be laughing at them
And watching them bathe in the blood of their own.

But no theater is a success without a grand finally
And no drama is drama without tragedy.
For they shall see the heads of their children float
Inside the oasis of the damned.

And I sow the tears in their hopeless eyes
And sow the courage lost in their souls.
For each time in both halls the actors realize the truth
It shall be hidden again,
So they swim again in this pool of lust and greed
And enjoy the flesh and swim with the mamba’s.

For this is the grand theater of the shadows
And madness it brings and tears it sheds.
For it is the true meaning of drama and tragedy.
So everyone knows the name of the shadow
And feels the touch of illusion.

For here I give you Theodor
The master of illusion.

And they will think Theodor is but a shadow
So wrong so terribly wrong they are.
For he is only the master of the illusions
And the master of the shadows.
 

Reviews

[alan khan]

ohh wow. this was really good. not even sure what to say about it, except that i really liked this. really great job.