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Mercy

All the tears cried

Can never dilute the blood spilled

With thoughts so resolute, they gave birth to deeds

Things lost in moments when blurred lines become stains

Bodies claimed by the outline of chalk and police tape

So many lost dates and loves

Just because the only way out was a desperate path

Across souls bent on revenge

Deaf from the drums of basic respect

A thing not earned but innate

With eyes wide open and late from paranoia

Too tired from running to see

Mercy alone was the answer