Mercy
Mercy
I watch my men die,
wondering if I should heal.
Sorrow consumes me.
Sorrow for the lives,
yes, but what am I to do?
Have mercy on me.
The guardians rise,
saving earth from destruction.
I am the backbone.
Death may be plenty,
but I will resurrect you.
Heroes never die.
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