A child believes
The best in you.
And the belief always makes the darkest lies
Seem almost true.
A sleight of hand,
This almost truth can beguile the purest youth
To Wonderland.
Now every peice is in place
And all that's left to erase
Before I take over all the power
Is every trace of dear Alice and the queen.
She's been a thorn in my side
And can run, but can't hide.
We're fast approaching the Witching Hour
And settling score is my routine.
Oh well, all's well, ends well.
Farewell Alice.
Too late! Checkmate is your fate.
It's over!
I come alive when you're afraid.
I write the ending of your tragic Fairy Tale.
I will survive and you will fade.
A whithered flower, small and frail
While I prevail.
This time it's gonna be me
The last thing that you ever see
And Armageddon of my devicing.
There's no way you can escape from what I do.
So leave you half-hearted souls
For me to bully and rule
A sly magician of compromising
To conjure all that is false until it's true.
Poor Jack, Blackjack sad sack
Fallen hero.
Bad news! You lose.
Light the fuse.
It's over!
You die, I thrive
And so it goes.
I am the ending of your tragic Fairy Tale.
I will survive, and Heaven knows
There is no way that I can fail.
I will prevail!

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