It's a beautiful piece on heaven

   This tower, patched unevenly with black ivy, arose like a mutilated
   finger from among the fists of knuckled masonry and pointed
   blasphemously at heaven. At night the owls made of it an echoing
   throat; by day it stood voiceless and cast its long shadow.

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