The Ferris Wheel
Life is given, the first decision of survival.
Will you hit repeat or will you stop the Ferris Wheel.
Rejection plans your path,
Commitment, ha you laugh.
The weak are drawn to your scars,
you watch them stray with no desire to stay.
3 weeks is the rule,
your departure utterly cruel
survival is riding that Ferris Wheel.
Pray Mantis of good omens, Really?
Stand there while I eat you alive.
My eyes smiling at the lesson my ring master shared.
I dare you to come play but just remember I donít stay
3 weeks is my rule,
my departure utterly cruel
survival is riding my Ferris Wheel.
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