Mercy

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My mind calls out

Saying what i did what was needed..

My soul

In it's last dying breath

screams out

Begging for me to not do this.

Now, it's gone.

And i don't feel a thing

It's gone.

Only primal instinct is left...

Finally released.

No more love.

No more kindness.

No more...

MERCY.

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