Mercy

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Mercy

An interesting subject

To kill or have mercy

Is what I need to decide

This man has killed 

He has no mercy

Yet his violet eyes beg for it

When his death is near

Will I grant him his life?

Or end him now?

My dagger to his throat,

I contemplate

More will suffer

If this man lives

But can I live with myself

If I murder this murderer?

I grip the dagger tighter

My instinct to protect

Roars to life

And the decision is made

He looks into my eyes 

And sees my choice

He cries out 

Deaf to my ears

As I slice 

The dagger across his throat

And he falls to the cobblestones 

Taking his last breath

The murderer has been murdered

But I feel something strange

A darkness spreading over me

I breathe deep and close my eyes

Blue changes to violet

I open my eyes slowly

I am the killer.

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