I woke in a sweat. Seems I do that alot these days. My head is so full of thoughts. It swims in a sea of dreams. The confusion of not knowing. Brain washed clean. And I cry.
What kind of man am I? To be brought to tears. I feel so weak, almost fragile. Yet there is nothing I fear. But the constant suffering I watch you go through each day. Has left me as a child. In tears and dismay.
What of mercy? Is there any to be found? For all the love. What of mercy? Doesn't it fit into your plan? Don't you have enough to go around? What of mercy? Now that it has been left in your hands. What of mercy?
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