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Looking up like watching an eclipse Vertical magnetism at its best Fate just taking it all in jest We stayed until they burned the rest For hours he stood while they hacked and chopped Like a majestic beast, cognitive of death in a butcher shop It was almost imaginative, we all waited for a sign The lack of divine attention felt like a thoughtless crime Flesh piled in the thick A dissected junkie on a stick Fate just taking it all in jest Abhorrent justice at its best The rains came that night, washed the pieces away Nary escape a disturbing thought, my mind’s own prey But some cold voice inside says to not get carried away Just think of what magnificent sight you saw today 48