Alice

radical changes await through the tunnel

on the brink of cremation, follow the apostle

lurid they trudge through the gulches of wonderland

immune to the philter, yet naked in the sand

reality sits down for a cup of near madness

delirium sets in, wilting all our decisiveness

edifying the spirit in the shape of mere mortal

phantasmic illusions defined at the portal

transparent as the wings of a dragonfly

yet the cabal assemble and prepare to die

off with their heads, their hands, their feet

erroneous trust in their opponents defeat

the judgment comes swift, like a glance in the mirror

and Alice awakens, knowing she's not inferior

the light is still shining through the portrait of a soul

so don't follow the rabid through that long dark hole