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On the day after Jesus’ death, on Preparation Day, 
Which was when the Jews removed yeast from bread, 
That was to be eaten like clockwork on the Saturday, 
When the Jews were ruminating on if the events lead, 
To their extinction and diminution, their downfall, 
In Israel’s land so advanced for its time and place, 
By their argument with the government categorical, 
Over whether to redirect taxation onto Jesus’ face. 

So the chief priests and the pharisees’ political party, 
Got together then and discussed with great thought, 
What policy to suggest to Pilate and with what clarity, 
To maintain the normal state, to keep what they’d got; 
They said, When Jesus was living he claimed he’d arise, 
From the dead, so his disciples will engineer this fate, 
They will steal his body but report to the people his eyes, 
Are alive, and that he is awake. Please tell us how to wait?

So Pilate ordered these upholders of the government realm, 
To put their soldiers on guard duty and secure the tomb, 
As best they could, and they obeyed and took the helm:
So they sealed the stone and posted a guard, so no womb. 
But they didn’t count on a massive big terrifying earthquake, 
Whilst the two Mary’s were gazing upon the tomb, cold, 
Which they took advantage of by the movement horrific, 
Of the stone being shaken, deserting its grounded hold. 

The two Mary’s faces alit, they smiled broadly with hope, 
And jumped up, using the force of the quake to stand, 
And pushed with all their strength the stone and could cope, 
Because the quake at one point favoured their hand. 
The soldier guard was humiliated and didn’t was to admit, 
To his failure to prohibit anyone from removing the stone, 
Allowing the body to be made into nothing, cremated, lit, 
So he said nothing happened to Pilate in a very serious tone.
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