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Mercy (WDC) (AI Generated song)

I taste iron before the sound comes back, heat in the dirt, the lights go white, they don’t call us names in places like this, they use numbers so it feels right. Dragged from the dark, shoved into the ring, chains hit the ground when the sirens sing, they shout the rules like prayers out loud, two walk in, one don’t leave this round. Blood in my fangs, dripping down my chin, teeth still buzzing from the shift I’m in, crowd roars louder when somebody falls, they don’t want a fight, they want a final call. Knuckles split, gravel in my skin, every breath hurts worse than the last one did, a voice on the speaker cuts through it all, “finish it quick or you finish the fall.” Knees hit dirt. Grip locks tight. Timer starts counting down my life. They never told me how it would feel, when survival starts turning real, when every lesson comes undone, and you’re measured by what you’ve done. They taught my hands how to end a life, never hesitate, never think twice, but they never taught me what to do, when the face in front of me looks like me too. He’s bleeding out, his chest barely moves, claws retract like he’s already losing, not begging, not angry, not wild, just staring at me like he’s tired. I hear them shouting, “don’t let him stand,” the clock keeps screaming in my head, I’ve seen that look in a mirror once, right after something I never confessed. His eyes say hurry, don’t draw this out, don’t make this worse than it has to be now, and my chest caves in because I know, this is the moment they won’t let me stall. That look in his eyes is a countdown ending. They never told me mercy would hurt, that it’d feel like digging graves in dirt, that saying it breaks something clean, and haunts you longer than screams. I was raised to live through the night, not to choose whose heart still fights, and it’s sitting heavy inside my chest, this isn’t strength… this is the test. They’re shouting now. The timer’s red. My fangs still wet. My hands still steady. Don’t make me choose this again. mercy… I’ll carry the weight if you let me end it, I’ll be the one they never forgive, if mercy’s a crime then carve my name, into the walls where they breed the pain. If this is what surviving means, then it’s not clean and it’s not free, and I’ll never outrun what I see, every time I close my eyes… he’s still there with me. They never stopped the fight. Please… mercy…