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A Touch of Mercy

November 18th at 9:00 A.M.

Derek stepped into the end

Said goodbye to all he knew

That’s what he thought he had to do

With no one else but him to blame

His life just hadn’t been the same

He said goodbye to all he knew 

That’s just what he had to


Left a note penned on his bed

In his grandfather’s old pad

Said I love you, mom and dad

When you read this, don’t be sad

I want you to know that I went quick

Pulled the trigger, just a flick 

For a long time I’ve been sick

You could never have stopped this 


Man thinks himself immortal

'Til he don’t 

Then he won’t go on

We all think that we’re immortal

But we’re not

Not me, nor you


November 18th, 2:12 P.M.

Derek’s mother found him dead

Sat there crying on his bed

Stayed there crying for hours on end

How could God be cruel as this?


Man thinks himself immortal

Til he don’t 

Then he won’t go on

We all think that we’re immortal

But we’re not

Not me, nor you


Man thinks himself immortal

Til he don’t 

Then he won’t go on

I know you think that you’re immortal

But you’re not.

Written by Calvin Feustel

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