Who am I?
Leader of the circus
With a smile like an attacking cobra
He stands as he crowns the new queen
Flashing a smile of poison and terror
To the crowned tricksters
He moves carefully, sustained
Raising the hands of the future spiritual martyrs year after year
The jabbering ghost
Spreading his blanket of cold
Up and down
Across the borders of the districts
Causing cold corpses
As his fake face of happiness fills the foggy air
The leader of the circus
The baker of terror
Has conflicting emotions
As the hatred of the past 74 years fills the air
As he crowns 2 now
The king and queen
Applauding with the screeching spectators
