Once cast my
thoughts on boxer's bag
the beaten
pummeled purse
where
stricken one took every blow
where mankind
came to curse
No withdrawn
punch nor hidden slap
continued
with regard
nor slashes
bruise thus nonchalant
the leather
fashioned garb
The constant
jab and nailed assault
the economic
crash
the spit the
mock and laissez faire
the
changeless slaughtered slash
Without
respect for what's inside
thus smack
and punch at will
rejecting
saddened quiet pain
observant
care be nil
The smitten
heavy bag that hung
abused by
unaware
the
lacerations deep within
endured
affliction there
Thy pierced
whipped hands and crowned brow
with thorns
sunk deep within
thy taken
licks thrown one by one
acquainted
grief from sin
Thou punching
bag thus speared upon
enduring
price twas paid
long-suffering
wounds and pain-filled stripes
ignoring hurt
contained
Repeated
blows despising shame
thou wounded
leather sack
travailed
rejected as a foe
the drubbing
of attack
Thou stricken
bag though not esteemed
doth bear
iniquities
and blows
poured out from wicked souls
make
intercessors clean
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