Rain of water
Turns to rain of blood.
A reign of terror,
Falling from above.

A maniacal laughter rings out
Like a sinister clown.
We have porcelain faces
With a painted frown.

Riots erupt,
Fear is obsolete;
We have been here before,
No point in a retreat.

Progress?
None is made.
Stuck in a dark setting,
Ringmaster of a black parade.