Alice of Human Sacrifce All OC rp

In some place, was a dream,
Who dreamed it, was unkown
Such a truly Tiny dream it was,
The little dream thought,
I don't want to be vanishing like this,
How do I get People to watch me?
The Little dream thought and though,
And came up with something.
'If I get people to stray into me,
and let them make the world!'

The first Alice was a man of the Spade,
Who couragisly held a knife in his hand,
Chopped down anything in his way
of making a red path for himself,

That Alice was brought deep into the forest,
locked in as a murderer,
In addition to the way of the forest,
his life was unknown

The second Alice was a man of the Diamond,
He tamely sang his songs of misery,
To fill all kinds of sound,
And produced a crazy world,

That Alice had Rose Flowers,
And a cross-eyed man shot at him,
He came out as the bright red flower bloom,
Everyone loved him, and to be dying

The third Alice was a Lady of the Clover,
She had a beautiful figure in wonderland,
For many people to delude,
A strange country was created,

That Alice was the Queen,
She posses the dream of distortion,
She traveled to the country in a posessed Body,

The fourth Alice were Twins of the Heart,
Bringing their curiousity to Wonderland,
Making a door to All kinds of bogus,
Big Sister is happy,
little brother tsundere,
They were near to the first alice,
But their dream has yet to awaken

~Alice of Human Sacrifice (With some of the lyrics changed)

Extra Verses (Added for the OCs)
The fifth Alice was quite bold
But also quite fond of cuteness
He forged a path through a cold
Field where he made a quest
To make the greatest palace
Of them all.
He turned the world on it's axis
With the strange sense of Fall.
He spun and wove
Dipped and dove
But his days were limited as pain
For came his death with a train.

The Sixth Alice was one
With a sarcastic tongue
He didn't give much of a care
For any kind of formal wear
Casual this, casual that
He was lazy as a cat.

But this Alice was destined
To always be searching for a key
To his future
And never find the cure
For his curiousity
Until the next came with their generosity.