Mercy was a concept
That she devised for the lost
Standing
Origin
Destination
Irrelevant
Her embrace
Absolute
Held close
To her chest
They heard singing
So cannibalistic
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HorrorThat is to say, downhill. Ever beneath. Time fades. Hop, skip, jump. Hide and seek. Scatter, like mice. Things were planted here, and soon they'll grow. No tears, little one. Red doesn't always mean danger. They've all had their tumbles, and learn...
