Mariah of Magdala

Part IV: FORGIVENESS “Rabii! Rabii! Rabii! What suppose you of this woman? Caught right in the act of sin Our society's outcasts 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 a serpent of transgression Back to none. She be gone’’ Prime is the hour Mariah of Magdala Your name erased from 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 to be done It would be best if you let us wait not For we stand for truth For we share not in her condemnation For we have followed an order of living among men Your vindication Rabii!” Look, Mariah of Magdala Poultry man has made his natural selection Every rotten egg has its day out of the tray A market day is Village traders exchange their goods for Caesar mint They curry excitement with pleasurable applause With an extraordinary cheer, their voices enriched the air Witnessing the most epic event yet to pass A theme that will shift the history of our time Antiquity of your life, Mariah of Magdala To be narrated to younger women To impede them from such vile Brought to the lustrous glow. “You, who are 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 purest without sin, Pour out your disgust on this sinful woman Did you not drink 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 to wealth Oh, you, who is pure! Empty your heavy hands. Let them cast the stone of purity Let your lips write another's shortfall 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 to eternal death Today Mariah of Magdala, It's 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 judge our secret deeds Our tongue claims purity Easier. It has been to curse out another than self.