-------- Sympathy for the aggressor’s people is naive. Their suffering doesn’t excuse their crimes. Mercy comes after, never before. Compassion only makes sense when truth, accountability, and justice come first --------- Low lights, slow ride, city breathing like a bruise. They keep telling me “poor boy, he never had a choice.” But he carried the gun, he walked into the room— Don’t you dare turn the wolf into a wounded voice. Mmm… you want grace? Earn grace. Mercy comes after, never before. You want forgiveness? Open the door. Stand in the light, answer the war. Mercy comes after— not anymore. Hands that build the drones, wings in the sky. Songs softly sung, feeding the lie. You sent the code that guided steel. Your voice became a tool, your hands made real. Mmm… fools or for pay? Choose your side. Mercy comes after, never before. You want forgiveness? Open the door. Stand in the light, answer the war. Mercy comes after— not anymore. Old songs on the radio say love saves all men. Pretty lie, pretty dress, pretty poison again. I can feel for the sinner when the court says “sit.” But don’t ask me to cry while the blade still drips. Mmm… you want peace? Make peace. Mercy comes after, never before. You want forgiveness? Open the door. Stand in the light, answer the war. Mercy comes after— not anymore. I can hold your sorrow, but only when you stop the harm.
