"A penny with your thoughts, my dear,
A nickel with your prayers."
"I haven't got a cent, I fear,
And your soul I can't repair-"
"But ma'am, if you will kindly please
Just hear what I've to say.
I beg, upon my splintered knees,
Forgoing any pay,
I beg for your forgiveness, ma'am,
And for some peace of mind.
You wouldn't, surely, dare to damn
The sorry for their crimes?"
"Now see here, sir, perhaps you need-"
"I never needed pity."
"I meant to say respite from greed
Within a dying city."
"You state a point that's valid, sure,
But that's not what I seek.
Just mercy from one so demure
For the wretched and the weak."
"So if, with words, I cleanse your soul-"
"Then I'll be on my way."
"Well...with grace then do I make you whole
And for your heart I pray."
"I thank you truly, and I wish-"
"Excuse me, sir, I leave."
"But please just one more second, Miss,
Upon this dreary eve.
You see, you've given me new life,
Absolved me of my crime-"
"Somebody help! He has a knife-"
"Your life, sweet dear, is mine.
You struggle, but you fail to see
That all that's wrong is right.
I thank you, ma'am, for freeing me
Until another night."
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