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Mariah of Magdala


“Rabii! Rabii! Rabii!
What suppose you of this woman?
Caught in the act of sin
Our society out cast such
She must be thrashed to the non-living
So demands the laws of the land
Rabii! Rabii! Rabii!
Grant us your vindication
Of a woman lethal comparable to serpent of transgression
Back to none she be gone’’

Prime is the hour Mariah of Magdala
Your name erased among the book of the living
This day the righteous man will acquit you 
With a heap of hefty gravel as required
To cleanse your darkened spirit from society
To appease the gods
To have none of your fertile
To cleanse your error
To crush you to nothingness

“Rabii! Rabii! Rabii!
Oh one of the most high
Our role here is yet done not
You must let us wait not
For we stand for truth 
For we share not in her condemnation
For we have followed order of living among men
Your vindication Rabii!”

Look, Mariah of Magdala
Poultry man have done his natural selection 
Every rotten egg has its day out of tray
A market day it is
Village traders exchange their goods for Caesar mint
They curry excitement with pleasurable applause
With extraordinary cheer, their voices enriched the air
Witnessing the most epic event yet to pass
A theme that will shift history of our time
Antiquity of your life, Mariah of Magdala
To be narrated to younger women
To impede them of such vile
Brought to the lustrous glow

“You who is pure be the first to free your heavy hands
Free them from your own burdens
Pour out your grey cloudy hearts
Let your justice as thunder thrush her body bare
You the most pure without sin
Pour out your disgust to this sinful woman
Did you not drunk from her brood?
Did you sin when you killed, hideth the body away?
Did you not sin when you stole from your widow mother for alcohol?
Did you not error when you stole from God?
You took away the orphans right of wealth
Oh you who is pure! Empty your heavy hands
Let them cast the stone of purity
Let your lips write them down of another short falls
Be a witness of the purity you claim bare
Killing her may just term the ornate
It will cleanse our community from unwanted filth 
Let us storm her soul and crush it eternal death

Today Mariah of Magdala,
It is written not only of you but of your enemies
Do you discover Mariah of Magdala
We are all alike
In pitch dark we hide our deeds
Our hearts judges knows each of our secret doing
Yet we claim to be purer
Easier it has been to curst out another

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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