I can see the cogs spin.
Little children crying in the dark.
Blood on the snow.
Wooden pipes play slow music.
To the melody of lost things.
Forest creatures dance around a fire.
Blood on the snow...
A beggar holds a wooden bowl.
Squelching things writhe and squirm.
A good man dies in agony, in the mud.
Blood on the snow!
Dappled sunlight falls on grass.
A cat eats a dead mouse.
A nice boy in a red jacket.
Blood on the snow?
What is the world made out of?
Who makes it?
What for?
Why?
?
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