Mariah of Magdala
Continuation of
Part IV: FORGIVENESS
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 judges know each of our secret doing
Yet we claim to be purer
Easier than it has been to curse out another
Mariah of Magdala!
Not a
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Categories:
magdala, appreciation, blessing, celebration, community,
Form: Narrative
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
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Categories:
magdala, blessing, character, conflict, endurance,
Form: Narrative
Mariah of Magdala
Part III: Judgement
Mariah of Magdala
Here comes that day
You can never get to escape
They have fought amongst themselves
They have recognized their problem
They are planning to rest the crisis
They are fighting not anymore
So the plot is gaining success.
You will not see it this time with your sharp edge eyes
For your iniquities are choking your thought
Your verdict
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Categories:
magdala, addiction, analogy, dark, judgement,
Form: Narrative
Mariah of Magdala
Chapter I
Part II: Power and emptiness
Mariah of Magdala!
Opulent woman yet juvenile
Did your 'hood' bestow upon you such affluence?
Look how youthful you are
Flawless beauty with an enchanting aroma
Like a spring in the wilderness
Of apparent mint breadth of solace,
Your velvet skin, Maria, of such cottony
How do you make your even delicate body soft, Mariah?
They make
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magdala, beautiful, beauty, body, desire,
Form: Narrative
Mariah of Magdala
Part I: Sin
Mariah of Magdala
The cursed one among women
Better that you were not born
The one full of black evil
Queen of prostitutes
None of modest can be traced in you
Yet men still Adour you
They still come crawling even in black dark
They do not care if day is scorching bright
Neither if its black pitch in deep groovy
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Categories:
magdala, abuse, black love, dark,
Form: Narrative