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Epiphany of Alice
'No effect'.
An aphrodisiac underestimates
this numb glory
such a pact with the pack
of ferrets
that lie in wait for her,
lie in wait to crawl behind her neck
and nip on her informal vertebrae,
cracking spine is another way out
'No effect'
She appears on the 'ghostly hollows,
tree and all with limp branches to twine
wind.
"The penetration was never EVER
graceful, though all is well".
Her nose shaped in a home-made metal pole
The evil pinnochio
For she bled;
the false magic was a warning sign. Pounding the womb to threads
Her eyes were blocks, you see?
And the sorcerer claimed to
introduced her to the legal bound,
when the earth was truly ash
Then the serpent sprung his hellish teeth,
the vision was just a fornicated sheer,
A fornicated sheer she was
'No effect', she still says,.
The pipe was full of earth,
so she could cut off her nose again
and couldn't smell the
squirming hell-spawn in the
middle of it.
Took a whiff,
inhaled the beauty
laughing the chosen one through her
wooden eyes,
a flame dressed
in a corset appeared
Sorcerer gave her fools
and now I can still hear her
Screaming,
dying once more
blowing into a rabbit hole.
An aphrodisiac underestimates
this numb glory
such a pact with the pack
of ferrets
that lie in wait for her,
lie in wait to crawl behind her neck
and nip on her informal vertebrae,
cracking spine is another way out
'No effect'
She appears on the 'ghostly hollows,
tree and all with limp branches to twine
wind.
"The penetration was never EVER
graceful, though all is well".
Her nose shaped in a home-made metal pole
The evil pinnochio
For she bled;
the false magic was a warning sign. Pounding the womb to threads
Her eyes were blocks, you see?
And the sorcerer claimed to
introduced her to the legal bound,
when the earth was truly ash
Then the serpent sprung his hellish teeth,
the vision was just a fornicated sheer,
A fornicated sheer she was
'No effect', she still says,.
The pipe was full of earth,
so she could cut off her nose again
and couldn't smell the
squirming hell-spawn in the
middle of it.
Took a whiff,
inhaled the beauty
laughing the chosen one through her
wooden eyes,
a flame dressed
in a corset appeared
Sorcerer gave her fools
and now I can still hear her
Screaming,
dying once more
blowing into a rabbit hole.
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