One night a young girl
Took a walk down the steet
She was in quite a hurry
She had someone to meet
She was dressed all in black
Well, except for the flag
When she heard from the distance
"Yeah, keep running, you fag"
While turning the corner
She noticed some men
Not three or four guys
It was closer to ten
And what they were doing
Filled her heart with disgust
They were beating a kid
With pipes full of rust
A rage fueled by hate
And what they could not conceive
Gave this young man a beat down
That you would not believe
So as this girl watched
Not knowing what to do
For if she tried to jump in
She would get beaten too
So she reached for her phone
To quickly call 911
When she heard someone yell
"Now lets have some fun"
And he dragged this poor man
Who was beaten and battered
Down a dark and cold alley
To have all his dreams shattered
And all she could hear
Was this boy cry "stop please"
And the voice of a rapist yell
"Get on your knees"
And one by one savages
Had their way with his flesh
And came out of that alleyway
Feeling refreshed
Through all this, she cried
She could not understand
If these men were so straight
Why rape another man
The girl then stood up
Wiped away all her tears
Put a curse on these men
To be dead in a year
The next night the youngest
Was cut by a vine
He died almost instantly
And then there were nine
The next went to dinner
But while cleaning his plate
He choked on a chicken bone
And then there were eight
One more read his bible
Praying for Heaven
When a fire broke out
And then there were seven
The racer blew a tire
And bought some flat fix
He got hit by a semi
And then there were six
The next wrote a poem
Keeping feelings alive
A bullet flew through the window
And then there were five
The drunk one needed beer
So he drove to the store
He walked in on a robbery
And then there were four
The jock was out partying
He pulled over to pee
A truck drove off road
And then there were three
The next man was jogging
Tripped over his shoe
Was hit by a tree branch
And then there were two
But a part of that curse
You still do not know
The girl wanted to witness
The last one to go
So down that same alley
One year to the day
She heard a loud voice
"So you like being gay"
Then she heard a loud bang
And she knew that it meant
The last of the hate mongers
Had finally went
So she walked down the alley
To have a good look
And found out the gang leader
Was no more than a cook
For now his chefs outfit
Was covered in blood
A sea of red so wide
That it looked like a flood
She took a few sips
For she had been very thirsty
She was no other than
The Dark Angel of Mercy

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