Her mercy


Her hands folded in desperate ache,
Clasped together in all her heart break.
Her heart racing in deepest fear,
Worries pouring from her every tear.
Shattering, cracking, flesh and bones,
Destroying all light, she’s ever shone.
Hatred has become her neighboring foe,
Enemies create all her woes.
Their anger and fury never cease,
Her aching corpse they long to feast.
Her only defense for their hateful souls,
Are the words from her lips that flow.
Her spirit has been beaten down,
But on her knees, she feels the crown.
Her folded hands seek to pray,
But not for her solemn dismay.
Her prayer is for her evil foes,
For their hate to simmer and love to grow.

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