(forgiveness Poem/Story) A Miraculous Healing Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Mercy me.
Gods to the infinity.
A miraculous healing.

It's as if the wounds were never even there.
How is that even possible?
I saw the stabbing.
He should have died.
But yet he's alive.
Somehow he did survive.
Some say it is a pact of lies.
But I know the truth.

Mercy me.
Gods to the infinity.
A miraculous healing.

Mercy me.
Gods to the infinity.
A miraculous healing.

A story of the fortunate.
The luck of the Irish.
It was a just miss.
A little to the right.
A little to the left.
And he wouldn't exist.

Mercy me.
Gods to the infinity.
A miraculous healing.

Mercy me.
Gods to the infinity.
A miraculous healing.

A bloody blade.
With thoughts of a accomplishment drinking down some expensive chardonnay.
If he only knew.
The secrets of the autumn dew.
The water drips of the truth.
But it will never be heard by those who aren't looking with their heart.

Mercy me.
Gods to the infinity.
A miraculous healing.

Mercy me.
Gods to the infinity.
A miraculous healing.

Some souls can never be stolen.
No matter how much one tries.
Corruption within the eyes.
Some souls can never be awoken.
A noose yet waits to be tied.
With in a smoke of mirror images it hides.

Mercy me.
Gods to the infinity.
A miraculous healing.

Mercy me.
Gods to the infinity.
A miraculous healing.

Such an awesome feeling.
To know he yet lives.
How can he ever forgive such actions?
Hate does bring some satisfaction.
If only for a moment of self gratification.
Destination unknown, but now you are alone.
Facing the truth of what your attempt really did.
Guilt bares no mercy on those who know it by its first name.

Mercy me.
Gods to the infinity.
A miraculous healing.

Mercy me.
Gods to the infinity.
A miraculous healing.