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Dark Woods Circus

Poetry By: UhyoKage
Poetry



True events that took place after WW1. Many circuses in Japan would buy children or steal them and turn them into "FREAKS". They would also have sex with the children in front of the audience for entertainment and wealth. Acid was also poured onto them if they did not behave. I hope whoever may read this summary and/or poem may understand their pain. May they find peace.-RIP


Fanfiction for the song "Dark Woods Circus".


Submitted:Oct 5, 2011    Reads: 376    Comments: 8    Likes: 7   


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Inside the Dark Woods,

Lies the Dark Woods Circus.

Hidden within lies the truth and pain inside.

Children who came and smiled,

Silently watched in wondering splendor.

Laughing away and amazed at their jolly plays.

Caught in by the smiling man’s cowering gaze.

That they as well would soon be made.

Made into many deformities of sickening wealth.

They were cast away into a world of despicable pain,

Never to be able to feel their loving mother’s embrace.

Cut into they were,

Sewed onto each other and replaced with many or less limbs.

Their crying woe that was soon splashed down with rancid acid,

Now bear the body of many deformities.

Now they are part of the Circus,

The circus with hidden truths locked inside.

The two headed child that gives an unbearable smile.

Wants to cry but gives the audience a splendid surprise.

The deformed diva who sings of her pain of her rotten fruit taken for fame.

Raped and thrown was she who cried, locked away in her rusty cage.

The tied beast who eats cold meat.

Was switched with a dogs brain, and forever bared a spectacle look.

They cry out in pain, but in return get an acid refrain.

Thrown away are they,

Forever locked in their despicable cage.

They cry for death,

But death will not arrive.

For they were abandoned and tossed aside.

Come, they say.

Take a look.

At the wonders of the Dark Woods Circus.

For the truth is hidden inside,

But cannot be revealed for they have died.

If you listen now,

You can hear their cries.

For none would listen to them until now.

For we can listen to their echoing woe,

And give them eternal peace, which they always hoped for.





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