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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.