Cryptic Fiction

Welcome to Cryptic Fiction, a place where the unexpected becomes the expected. Here you will discover limitless imagination, with a dash of darkness to spice things up. Break boundaries, explore the extreme, and journey to the other side. Step out of the day and smile at the night. Don't worry, the night will smile back. It's been waiting for you your entire life...

Hurry hurry hurry
Step right up
Boys and girls
To the one
The only
Carousel of carnage!

Do you like social justice?
Or how about political division?
Racism, homophobia, bigotry?
Class envy, penis envy, social envy?
If you’ve got the time,
We have the sin…

And if you act now
Today and eternally only
We have bloated buckets of hatred
A veritable fountain
Of condemned fricasseed souls
That couldn’t buy a clue
Even if they wanted to.

That’s right, lords and ladies
Barristers and bank barons
Elitists around the globe
If you don’t misdirect or entice
The souls of the pitiful plebes’
Then you shall claim no disaster
Certainly not from your beloved ringmaster.

For round and round we go
And where we stop, only the media knows
Because the carousel spins and spins
And anyone that desires can come right on in
Only what is missed is that the wheel is a razor
And what you thought you believed
Will in truth be your slayer…
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