Wonderland

In a little land
of fire and skulls.
A little land swarming
with cute little dolls.

A little land of laughter.
A little land of dreams.
A little land of terror
A land of black disease.

They'll boil your blood
and chew out your eyes.
You won't see their faces,
for they're all in disguise.

With skies scorched red with torture,
death blocks out the light of sun.
And as they feed they giggle
at pain instead of fun.

So next time you feel somber,
think of all those dolls.
Then consider visiting
the land of fire and skulls.





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