Mark Spurlock - Have Mercy

I run to the window as the sound of explosions
awaken me, they're shakin' me around like the ocean.
A sky of black and sea of green, sweeping through with haste.
A gigantic grief has gathered laying all my world to waste.
Cheering as they're searing all our town until it's barren,
they show up and blow up like zerg infested Terrans.
I'm swearing in terror as they're setting in upon me,
closing in around us like a surging siege of zombies.
My accomplice awakes to the blasts and the sizzles.
If he's caught the mob will blow him to fine bloody drizzle.
I'm on the job, bricks are lobbed, adrenaline throbs,
I stifle my sobs, twist the knob and cry out to the mobs.
"This is all madness, please stop now I implore you!
I'm here at your mercy, and I am begging before you!
Tonight I've lost my father, will you take as well my home?
Leave me to grieving for my family alone!"

There's the traitor!
Creator!
Creep hater, he'll bring on the flood!
Killed his father!
Ex-father!
The son is drowning in his blood!

So please have mercy.

My house begins quaking to the rumbling of thunder
as its very foundations start to tumble out from under.
As creeper after creeper charges up and collides
I pray in silence for survival of the friend I've left inside.
As my home's being blown I am thrown to the ground,
through rumbling of crumbling my screaming is drowned.
My home becomes a flash, and some ash is it's replacement.
I pray he made a dash for it, escaped out through the basement.
The ceiling caves in, it's a terrible omen.
The house is collapsing, but at the very last moment
a form staggers out as the building blows up.
All eyes lock on and a sizzle goes up.

There's the traitor!
Creator
A crater waiting to be made!
Stole our child!
Defiled!
Reviled and ready for a creeper grenade!

So please have mercy.
"We'll show no mercy!"

No time to think, only for my action,
I use the distraction, dig my feet in for traction,
tear from my guards, and I run to his side.
Then a wave of silence, the hissing subsides.
All eyes are watching to discern if I bluff,
there's a murmur of anger, of "enough is enough",
but no onne steps forward, not one will advance.
To kill one of ours? it's not worth the chance.
Even bringing this most heinous being to the reaper
couldn't make up the shame of murdering a creeper.
The teachings that damned me are now our salvation,
at least while I stand beside him in probation.
I stare down the crowd in a terrifying standoff
when out cries the shaman in a voice like Gandalf
"Make way, make way, gather round and heed,
I shall make this wayward child answer for his deeds!"