Carnival of the Heir

Crackling cracker of a bounty bun,
blobbing blubber of a caressing clutch
Need to see the smiles worn on,
spirits all fake fashioned jumping around
The move is done, the bugle is heard,
the march is set and on-wards we hurl

Mercy-less bashing of the ardent hounds,
whistling in shame at the gaudy crowd
Balloons and pom-poms posing together,
masks and color hoarding more truer
They take on and sing, sing louder each moment,
drowning the screams of the prisoners unequated
Carnival it is, a cover up to be,
raping life with loads of potpourri

The light is black and so is the air,
part of this conspiracy for the heir
Rightful they think, the eternity in all
the carnival is one to enter the new Lord
The devil is his mate and fire he breathes
wrath he upon us if you dont make merry

Dont cry now, for you are responsible,
you stood up to him no less, bowed all smiles,
tomorrow he will feast on your spine,
smile then I say, smile all you will,
this carnival wont end until its consumed you within.