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Judy Bridges
Repugnant Mockery
Man of fetid seed, you can't conceive my pain.
You whine in glory at my aching.
Anticipating deeds unthinkable.
Your eyes vomiting delight upon my words.
Retching bile to baptize tragedy.
Smiling sadistically, ecstatically cruel.
You demean my grief, a child's anguished
tears.
Spawn of Satin, I am no longer a child.
Leave me to those few of compassion.
I own my own demons, I require not yours.
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