Mercy is never fair
So I burned the house, and the child in it. I didn't quite know she was there, but I didn't
check was the house empty, either.
When they finally got me into the court, the jury showed me mercy. I walked
out after two days, as a free man.
I wonder how the child's parents felt.
I knew it was wrong. Don't go to the mommy's purse. But everyone else had
this new brilliant toy and I wanted one too!. I went and took out some money,
enough for the toy.
When my mother found out, she wasn't angry, she didn't punish me...
Somehow that felt even worse. It was wrong, I deserve the punishment.
It's not like I'm stealing. It's just a few pens and papers every once in
a while. It's really nothing. Even my boss thought so, at least she didn't
say anything when she find out. Just a few pens and papers every once in
a while. It isn't stealing, really.
They let the bastard go! How can that be? I don't understand. They said
they showed him mercy, him! Who would mercy my little daughter? Who would
mercy me?
It's not right! It's not justice! it's not fair!
He should pay.
Well, he trusted me. I don't really know why, I've never been much of a trustworthy person according
to my own opinion.
Of course I let him down. I didn't mean to.. it's just kind of happened.
You're telling a good story and you want to tell the best and juiciest gossip...
so it just came out. I didn't even think at it at the moment.
He was sad of course. I though he wouldn't keep any touch with me, but he did.
I certainly didn't think he would trust me again. He did.
I don't understand a people like him.
Without right and wrong, there is no mercy
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