I was released
And called it grace
The chain fell off
The mark erased
But when another needed air
My open hands
Were closed right there
Not with iron
Not with bars
But with memory
And measured scars
I did not strike
I did not shout
I only let
The mercy out
Libertas revocata
I know that law too well
Forgiven people
Can still build cells
Released themselves
Yet holding fast
Dragging living brothers
Back into the past
No public whip
No market cry
Just quiet verdicts
In the mind
A debt remembered
Love delayed
A door once opened
Slowly chained
This is the terror
Deep inside
Not that the cruel
Are cruel by kind
But those who live
By undeserved release
Can turn and choke
Another’s peace
Libertas revocata
Break it here in me
Let the mercy given
Travel free
What I received
I must not bind
Do not let grace
Stop at mine
Also me
Yes, also me
Where I was opened
Keep me free
Where I was pardoned
Make me give
Where I was spared
Teach me to let live
What was released in me
Must not be chained by me
What was released in me
Must not be chained by me
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