Justice is in the bones of Mercy
But in its heart dwells
Something Else entirely.

Not a bone was broken
When finally

Something beautiful flowed forth
From Mercy’s heart.

The anti-symbol
The real
The passion

The flowing forth
The showing forth
The heart of Mercy cries out
From the ground

Rises from the ashes
of burnt hope
To prepare a New World
Which eye has not seen.

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