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Dead Man;s WonDerlanD)

It;s a Dead mans Wonderland/ wormwood eaten up/
looking glass/ broken flasks/ Jabber-woks/& Rabbit junk/)
where were you/ Dream enough/ sSleepy Hollows pixie dust/
sSkinned Husks/ Never land/ Happy Thoughts/ keep getting sStuck/
amputate/ grab a crutch\ or be a B!tch & sSelfDestruct
the birds have taken oVer & their making weapons out of blood)
out of us/ doubted trust/ they;ve weaponized the Midas touch)
it sSeems the price of fighting ended costing to much....

� what about the Owl & the Crow that i heard/
or The King Fisher/ with the Humming/ Mocking Birds//
the Wood Peckers poisoned/ the Peacocks impure/
with the AlbatroSs lost/ gueSs the Condor was first)
locked within Laws/ Prison Freedom researched)
as Puppeter;s sStrings/baited Dreams on a hook)
while they wait from their perch) we;ll take the blame/ hurts//
sSacrifice earned/ lets sSee what it;s worth)))

would it make a difference/ if it;s sSaid with a sSmile)
wrapped paranoid joy/ in existence exiled)
jest a card-guard/ just cause) Cheshires are wilD)
while the sSuicide Kings judge themselves at the trial)
with a hazmat hazardous grin that goes viral)
AttenTion!!! the yellow brick road ends in a mile)
at the Carnival Corpse/ lights/ Action/ sSurvival)
until the Valley of the sShadows except my arrival,')