MERCY STILL MAY COME

 


You touched my lips
I gave You my breath
You took my life

By the Beautiful Gate
The Gate of Mercy
We are stretched

Out
Merciless

Alarmed
Agitated
Afraid

Our wounds raw
And still unhealed

The well has vanished
Deep into the desert sand
Its waters turned to vapour

Our thirst will not be quenched
We are on the verge of nothingness
The midnight clock is about to strike

Yet Mercy still may come
Like the dew of morning
Moistening

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