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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It’s okay to be nervous But there’s no need to fight When colors flow inside of shapes You have taken flight Directions will be pointed But you’re flying much too high Caterpillars may inhale smoke But eat plants to Butterfly Put that in your pocket It’s still too soon to see Calm child, your only worry now Is how to Drink More Tea It is the glue that binds us all Like a Milky Way of toads Not all venoms taste so sweet Not all Big Bangs explode For this place holds a balance Despite its ever scattering mess The brightest stars super nova Within their ego deaths The implosion of undertow left Is so dense that it is black Inside of it light cannot escape And that’s your beacon back Now we’ve reached a point And would you look at that You’re looking more and more like me And I a Cheshire Cat You’re getting so much bigger And the hang of this place You’ve eaten the right mushroom pieces And now you want to race But before you venture off And go be on your own I must forewarn not all that live here Want this fabric sewn See while this place’s purpose Remains to figure out one’s toll There exist a house of cards That aims to take control And if they knew the things I’ve told you Already I’d be dead I can still hear the shriek of her voice Screaming “Off with his head!” They torture us inside the courtyard For being who we are For contemplating philosophy And expanding minds too far They’ve found a way to take our treats And replace them with their tarts They are boy and girl, but not like us... The king and queen of hearts The famous duo and powerful friends Only want control You’ll find them at the very bottom Where demons infect your soul See, the tarts they manufacture Once you try you cannot stop White coated hares recommend them While their masters sit on top Once you’ve tasted just a few For an even smaller amount of time You can no longer live without them No matter how many times you try And once you’re on their hooks They take away your life Drug to the courtyard to be judged More pain, agony, and strife But it’s at this point you should realize Before you hear her shout That I warned you of all this And have told you the way out Just reach deep in your pocket If the situation becomes grotesque And if you figure it out you’ll know Why a raven is like a writing desk
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