The Volts Of Mercy

The Volts Of Mercy

Open up the volts of mercy,

save me, set me free.

Let the currents burn away

the chains that tether me.

Lightning sings

through hollow veins,

a spark within the cold,

mercy crackling in the dark,

more precious than gold.

No hand to hold,

no whispered prayer,

just thunder at my feet,

a mercy fierce enough to strike,

to break, to make me fleet.

Let the sky split wide with fire,

let the storm consume my name.

Wash my sins in molten light,

leave nothing left to claim.

I have begged in silent chambers,

I have bled on sharpened stone,

but mercy is an untamed force,

not something to atone.

It comes in streaks

of burning white,

a flood, a sudden breath,

not gentle hands

or whispered peace,

but mercy born of death.

So strike me clean,

O raging light,

let fire be my plea.

No prayers, no chains,

just volts of mercy

tearing through the heart

of you and of me too.