Anguish

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The bludgeon rises
Steady
On knees
Hands raised
Weapon down

I do not plead
Beg
Grovel
Or Flinch

Each blow taken
Deserved
Earned
Harder
Please harder

Soul bloodied
Tear-stained
Unbowed
Another
Please another.

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