(Under the moonlight that held the blood of Port Monmouth within its skin, she stood as stone while the water brushed up against her toes. With the words of farewell painted behind her eyes, Mercy stood like a ghost and saw his poor soul in the New York City skyline.)
" Its been awfully cold down by the harbor, my Navesink. These past few years i've been prying the jaw of steel, in search of tearing truth from fear. And the kids in this town they just turn into ghosts. When the seasons turn over, they chase the shoreline for comfort and hope. When the darkness falls from the sky, its like the dirty angels are returning to hell. In October, you get lost in the night, with chains fastened around your ankles, they dragged you away as you fell. In this town, you live through black decisions. And in this town, you sin for the unforgiven. While the sway of every breeze, took away the attention of every man who breathes, in this little world within. We'll never know the secrets this dusty old spy house holds, for they lay in protection by thunder and crashing waves from abandoned boats. I'm a poor soul, for all these years i moved with the shadows.
My lady mercy,
This is the truth inside the fear that you wrote,
And my secrets this dusty old spy house holds. "
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