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An acidic wasteland bears my name
Even our breaths are laced with fear
An insightful mind is tossed to shame
For the Boojum's shriek, "The queen grows near!"
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Lost in turmoil, plundered from grace
Our savior is not a diplomat
A bloodied knife takes a treaty's place
No advisor but me; her hellish cat.
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This world is ravaged; a realm of malice
Born of a rulers dreadful wrath
Card guards slice and stab poor Alice
All on the tryant's wicked behalf.
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But when the tide beats forever long
with heart against the spade
We'll fight against what she has done wrong
Until all the blood has been repaid.
Author's Note: Eh, I'm not too proud of this one, but I figured I'd post it anyway. I hope you enjoyed it.
