Crying Alice weaves and wanders
Crazed by acid dreams that haunt her
No rabbits left for her to ponder
"Child, your apron strings are loose!"
Broken Alice talks and mumbles
She barely walks without a stumble
The opium caused her mind to jumble
"Child, just take a look at yourself!"
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Pretty Alice, pretty no more
Alice turned into a whore
To fuck away that keyless door
"Child, you're talking to a tree!"
Years ago, her author passed
Granting her the will to last
Unto her, his spell's been cast
"Child, watch out for that hole!"
Submission Name: Mad Gone Alice
