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Mercy

By Arthur WaltonPublished 4 years ago 3 min read

When life is just kicking your ass with no mercy; leaving no room to manuever around with no space.

Wear your feelings for all to see much like a jersey; like when I have a pain straight etched onto my face.

No need in trying to deny what is so easy to read; since your feelings are out in the open, can't be more transparent.

Letting all who look know exactly what it is that you need; no need in hiding anything related since you simply wear it.

Being honest directly up front does and will earn you real respect; coming from all you happen to encounter zig zagging across the globe.

Continually taking out the competition easily as if nothing more than an annoying insect; gaining more and more product to take to the world to unload.

Easy money is accumulating from all the different products spread world wide; some prices are higher in some places to simply multiply your profit.

All as a result of opposite groups of people swaying and changing the tides; making your product a top seller as if was propelled by a rocket.

Happens very swiftly with no time to chill; or relaxed and begin to rest on your laurels.

So keeep pushing your merchandise with your inpenetrable iron will; although taking over would lead to several violent quarrels.

Still you emerge on out the other side glistening like 24k gold; loking like a million bucks walking and talking alive in the flesh.

Trying to correct for all to see and read from previous story that was told; so as was to be expected with me and all the gangsters had no problems allowing us to mesh.

More like a long stabding formation after years together as a crew; our reality was we had literally in the past crossed paths and met.

We just clicked at first meeting and not much can do; other than to accept what it is as well as not having a safety net.

Nothing to catch you as if things just disappate and disolve; leaving only a fraction of what there was just moments before.

Not the type to give up, to full of resolve; if mixed up with any at all it will leave you in pain plus sore.

On a daily basis people die for the money; since locations may change far as city, country, even the continent.

Time zones are crossed but do not dare to act like its funny; some places around the only people allowed in are the residents.

Who knows maybe that is just a big city thing to deal with a physical guard; but in certain places the gangs ran damn near everything.

Even the pigs have to get permission to take a step in they court yard; not takimg things lightly either, you must bow down and kiss the ring.

Show the proper respect, will allow you to live life longer; health being a non factor with any choice you end up making.

We all know what they say that what does no. kill you only makes you stronger; as if you got the balls then the world is for the taking.

To stake your claim to your portion of this world; it may be your one and only chance legitatemently to feel power.

Would take your life as you know it with one motion flip it around with a twirl; leave you knowing that so there is nothing to make a coward.

Life is extremely to short to begin to mess around; manage your time wisely while also refusing to play games.

Just by being there you can bring a certain level of stardom in your own town; yet treating everyone with respect all while treating any and everyone the same.

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