machine.

keep up the clockwork
and don't forget to the oil the gears.
keep on toiling.
all oil and no blood.

keep hacking.
one tree, two trees, three trees, four...
one by one and watch them fall.
all metal and no flesh.

what then, is the purpose?
what of its meaningless toil?
there is no end to it.
a being of no purpose and no soul.