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All you hypocrites and liars,
In the temple seeking gain.
All you senators and lawyers,
With your motives to explain.
All you victims and you heroes,
Your petitions to complain.
All you murderers and martyrs,
On the fields where you lay slain.
On the just and unjust,
Alike it doth rain,
And the quality of mercy is not strained.
Yes vengeance and revenge,
Are just two words for pain.
And the quality of mercy is not strained.
Did not I crucify my Lord?
Did not I bind Him in chains?
Did not I three times betray Him?
Three times deny His name?
Did not I cast the first stone?
Then justify the blame?
Did not He die for my sins,
But never would I do the same?
Oh I've been three times a sinner.
And two times a saint.
And the quality of mercy is not strained.
Yes for Love if it is Love,
Is changing but unchanged.
And the quality of mercy is not strained.
Hypocrites and liars.
Senators and lawyers.
Victims and heroes.
Murderers and martyrs.
Crucify my Lord.
Bind Him in chains.
Three times betray Him.
Justify the blame.
On the just and unjust,
Alike it doth rain.
And the quality of mercy is not strained.