Surround me.

An Idola, who deserves the persecution that comes with 
the eyes of a hungry audience.

The Lion greedily roars, depraved in hunger and gifted with I, the sacrafice.
Big Top mentality, the bigger the crowd the thirstier for bile, that drips into the cotton candy machine.

I have crossed my eyes with x's, until I could be accused of a clown's facade.

I've 

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