Whipped and beaten

Whipped and beaten

A Poem by Samuel H. Ludke

Whipped and beaten,
My clothes are moth eaten,
The devil whips me into submission,
I am on this Earth to fulfill my mission,
The bloody rags on my back do nothing,
To stop the blows from coming,
Cover me Lord in your armor,
Protect me from the whip of sin,
Protect from the whip my kin,
I wiped the blood from my chin,
If this is how I am to die,
At least you know how hard I can try,
I've died now, I've went away,
Many men have died this way,
The devil whips me one more time,
I fall into the dirt and grime,
As he stands above me laughing,
I can hear his evil cackle,
The fires of hell I hear them crackle,
Whipped and beaten.

© 2019 Samuel H. Ludke


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Samuel H. Ludke
Samuel H. Ludke

Stevens Point , WI



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