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Bludgeon, come to me.
Lay waste my ignobility.
Bludgeon, batter my pain
lest I feel.
Injustice rules the day.
Come Bludgeon.
We're all astray.
Come Bludgeon.
Day is ending as
sun's red mist
to darkness turns.
Come thou insensitive mass,
be thee hammer
or human.
Come Bludgeon...
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Author Notes
I read about a boy and his family sent to the concentration camp, Auschwitz. "Night" by Elie Wiesel. Now I no longer sleep at night either. And I thought I knew emotional pain.
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