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[machina_sonata]

Mother
Why does this place make me forget who I am?
Father
What have you left me to inherit?

This blood-dust and ash
Is no fit kingdom for a child
No sons and daughters, only ghosts
Liveried, dressed down in finery
And caked in blood that is not their own
Who are they? What do they want?
And why do they haunt my lonely home?

Mother
What is this copper taste that spreads to my lips?
Father
Why has our world moved on?