The Last Act

They say the circus never ends, 
but I know how it tends. 
The clowns are coming in the night
to do what isn't right.
The tired crowds find life a bore, 
so death is what's in store. 
The ringmaster is sweating now, 
called to fulfill his vow.
One act is left, and that he sends; 
so here the circus ends.

An ouroboros is a ring
that's ever shrinkening.
The clock must circle to the hour
when demons have full power. 
And we are drunken on a lie
as we embrace false pride. 
Our shepherds now must kill us quick
before we break their stick. 
Here war and death are beckoning
as tighter grows the ring.