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A building where people and stories are on stage
They're up near the sky, on something very tall. Sometimes they die, only then do they fall.
Iron roof, glass walls, burns and burns and never falls.
Ripped from my mother's womb. Beaten and burned, I become a blood thirsty killer.
In the forest, this blends in just right, but every December it is covered with lights. What is it?
The strangest creature you'll ever find: Two eyes in front and many many more behind.