"Mercy victim of your own ego's creed
of your own postulation maintain your pure design
your pride too many punches pulled iscariotic lips
betrayal of your own words, and actions unmoving unchanging staggering
inactive destroy their fables half truths lies
said masked by good intentions
their knives all hanging lamp behind a brick facade
stand in line for possession branded for watching
feeling touching tearing dignity is for the weak mercy"