Mercy Made Me

I kept my claws behind the gold.

I watched. I listened. I endured.

You came to me with bloodied hands

and asked me to make them pure.

I gave you shelter from the night.

I guarded every sleeping door.

But every dawn you came back changed,

and left a little blood behind.

Come to me.

Lay down your fear.

I will keep the night from you.

Come to me.

I am still here.

I still remember how to love.

You brought your prayers. You brought your knives.

You called your cruelty a right.

You took the weak. You took the young.

Then asked my hands to bless the crime.

You thought my silence meant consent.

You thought my patience made me blind.

Now every face I once protected

is something I have learned to hate.

I HATE YOU!

Do you hear me now?

I hate your prayers!

I hate your hands!

I hate the mouths that beg for mercy

after they have spilled the blood!

You wanted a goddess on her knees?

You wanted silence?

You wanted peace?

Then watch me tear it from your world.

The claws are out.

The teeth are bare.

Bastet is gone.

Run from me.

Call out my name.

Sekhmet has opened her eyes.

Run from me.

Pray if you dare.

I do not love you anymore.