Prayer unto the Merciful;
In the name of Man:
Take her soul away today
Reveal the master plan.
Trapped in a vessel of mangled flesh
She is but innocence
Tapped of energies mind’s depressed
Hard to see the sense
Her mission none can comprehend
Perhaps to teach compassion
Now send her down unto her end
The vines have seen their rations
Perhaps it is but selfish instinct
To petition for such an act
But the High-Priest’s mother was succinct
Knowing none to argue the facts
One’s Mercy is another’s Justice
One’s Justice is another’s Mercy
I know not of cosmic scales
Nor the deeds they weigh
I know of sleepless wails
And machinations’ prey
From whence will come the maidservant
To smash an object on the ground
Release her from her torment
Distract the Sages’ sounds
She’d lift her 10 curled fingers
Towards the heights of heavens
May the melodious angelic singers
Usher her in “Peace” through Seven
