Thy belief of Salvation,
Or simple cure
Is wrong.
This Wonderland was,
Tormented,
Tortured,
And gyrated;
It's inhabitants are in hiding.
The Mad Hatter
Is building
Huge dungeons
For the others.
He threw his two friends
Into a pit,
Where acid burns.
Even since then
He could not finish his tea,
But he certainly made new habits;
Instead of tea
He drinks warm blood,
With wraiths,
At six o'clock.
This madman had become
A mathematician,
Who finishes researches on
The creatures
Of this Land.
There were summoned
Many structures,
And laboratories
For his mad ghoals.
He is now
The Mad Hatter,
A mad researcher. |
