I was told a story; story, story told
That sought to answer a question
I always had in mind to digest
Lingering and needing a reconciliation
With rituals of thoughts
Pondering to find elaboration
How can a rat chew the fingers
Of a man and why not wake man
From such pain, you fool
How deep do you sleep
To have been so unaware
Of the bites, chewing deep into skin
What is the greatest trick
The devil ever played
Playing fast hands to elude views
And for each law that got made
This ship of titanic gargantuan magnitude
Slowly slowly of hidden consequential
Turned around on course to face the Iceberg
While we danced ignorant of change
These sequence of activities impending
How did the man not know
That the rat had his fingers
As chewing steak to the bone, to the bone
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