Come one come all.
The circus of the odd and bazaar.
Creatures gather from near and far.
We will frighten you to new heights.
Come see those that prowl the night.
We have many surprises in store.
Please don't mind the blood and gore.
After all it is a circus of horrors.
Laughter replaced with screams of fright.
Hold on tight to your head.
People have a tendency to end up dead.
Come one come all.
The circus of the odd and bazaar.
We travel town to town.
New oddities always to be found.
There's nothing to fear but death.
When the shows over, there's no spectators left.
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