With pleasure, there is beauty in madness, down to the rabbit hole with Alice,
But care its not a journey that you may go with in safety of your home,
There are poisonous mushrooms on the realm of black and white checkers.
“Sixty degrees that come in threes.
Watches from within birch trees.
Saw his own dimension burn.
Misses home and can't return.
Says he's happy. He's a liar.
Blame the arson for the fire.
If he wants to shirk the blame,
He'll have to invoke my name.
One way to absolve his crime.
A different form, a different time.” -apparently Eagence