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Mercy
You thought you could win
You thought all the hell that you’d cause
All the trouble you’d give
All the hatred, there was and is
Would work, but realize who you’re dealing with
Digging your grave, inch by inch
Gather the soil
You’re on your last string
I dare you to break it
But just remember who you’re dealing with
Cross the line, and really see hell
For what you think you cause is bad
Wait for me to unleash your worst nightmare
Be on your knees
Begging from me
Pleading and crying
Perhaps I might, but perhaps I might not
But perhaps the right lesson to be learned
Happens to be the worst
For there’s no mercy for the wicked
And my dear you’ll receive the worst
