In some place there was a dream.
Who dreamed it was unknow,
it was such a little dream.
The little dream thought
I don't want to vanish like this,
How do I get people to watch me?
The little dream thought and thought,
And came up with something;
I can get people to stray into me,
By letting them shape their own world!
The first Alice was a woman of the spade,
Who "courageously" held a sword in her hand,
Chopped down anything in her way
Making a bloody red path for herself.
That Alice was brought too deep into the forest,
And was locked in as a sinner.
If not for the gorey path she left behind,
Nobody would think she even existed at all.
The second Alice was a man of the diamond,
He tamely sang a song in his wonderland,
To fill it with all kinds of deluted sound,
And he produced a crazy blue world.
That new Alice was that of a rose,
A mad cross-eyed man shot at him.
He left onr flower blooming sadly red,
The one who was truly loved was now dead.
The third Alice was a child of the clover,
Very cute and dearly held in her wonderland,
She called many to her every beck and call,
Creating a very strange green country.
That Alice was the queen of her kingdom,
She ruled with a distorted dream.
Living in fear of losing to death,
She rules at the top of her crown forever more.
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If you just follow the path of the forest,
Here under the rose trees is tea time.
With an invitation from the castle,
Inside is the heart of playing cards.
The fourth Alice were twins of the heart,
Bringing their curiosity to their wonderland,
Making a door to all kinds of deceiving domains,
Though they came not too long ago in yellow boat.
The stubborn big sister,
And inteligent young brother,
They wondered far too close to the first Alice's door.
They have yet to awaken from their dreaming…
To this day they continue to wonder wonderland.
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The newest Alice were three crazy grey brothers.
They wandered through their wonderland making laugh all others.
The snuck through their castle, those sly little kin,
Making the dead laugh with their sick demented jokes.
The eldest was the king, sewing faces into smiles,
The middle was second in line, waiting for a while,
But the youngest one went mad and took a knife to their heads.
Now he forever rules the bloody jokers land instead.
