Leftovers of mercy

25 maj 2010

Blood splatter on the wall.
The sword in my hand.
None seem to care at all.
Still I will flee this land.
Vermin, they should all die.
I don’t know why,
why did I spare a daughter?
I left her I the midst of the slaughter.
Eventually my mercy will avenge me.
She was beautiful and innocent.
Hell I cannot, cannot ever get free
But my still heart and soul did assent.
It was not her time, she was not to die.

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