Mercy # 4
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Eric Cockrell
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Jesus saves, rob the graves,
take the spirit from the souls.
desecrate, humiliate,
all that glitters can be sold.
freedom's voice, no longer a choice,
sell the truth for a dime.
nameless faces, numbered traces,
head down marching in a line!
and the hands on the clock
crawl like justice spurned...
tick tock, tick tock,
mercy gives what mercy earns!
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