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May Mercy Come

Vaibhav Joshi


Past the small game,
We two played.
There's no blood but a dust storm.

'Cause I lost the side,
that makes me fair
To let take over,
the 'lust'ful ride.

And it began, a haphazard.
And I led our name
to a shameful fame.
I stay undeserved,
to hold your hand
for that I've done.

May mercy shine away-
That sweet stained scar,
It's face divulged-

Ascertain now,
The sky's full
Full of your
Broken trust,
The tales I preached, of wisdom
And they live now,
A slaughtered mush.


If we go
Back to the start,
I'll erase
The thing stays done,
I'll find a way
through my pride,
a wall so strong.
It crushed our love.

I thirst for your love
It's a fever now,

I beg for a start,
My pride's broken.
I succumb.

The thing's I've done.
and gave you faith.
Wish you to feel fine,
Like you have it all.

You should give a chance,
This can't be the end.
This ain't the end.