Mercy Is No More

Drinking a tall sweet glass of wine

I now rehearse what I must say

As mercy dies at last today

My soul is steeped in solemn brine

Pall bearers form a solemn line

It’s well beyond a mere slight Oops

With choruses played in tape loops

Now mankind feels its solemn curse

As mercy rides off in a hearse

From now on no one bows or stoops

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