Reasonless Punishment

The presence of punishment,
Whips spiked and rough,
Upon my tender back,
Again and again.

A gift from God given
By abortive women,
Lustily driven,
Darkly smitten.

Flood my surroundings,
With beautiful women,
Not fond of me,
Lead me on/to trips of disappointment,
Give me loneliness…
Despite the status of my friends

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