Actor: Adler Tomeo

Production: Tomeo Media

I have to tell a terrible tale,A terrible tale of woe.A sin rememberedA corpse, dismemberedA disgraceful gory show

It begins in a land, as tales often doIn a land unlike our own,When a Levite and a manFrom the Judahite clanMade a deal out of flesh, out of bone

They shook hands and agreed that this deal would be goodand the Levite left with with his prizeShe had a heart and a mindShe had nerve and a spineBut the Levite was most pleased with her eyes

As they left her family, left her homeShe seemed resigned to her fateBut when a year passedShe fled, she left fastShe ran back to her father’s front gate

And several months later the Levite appearedWith kind words he opened her ears,He said he had missed herHe held her and kissed herWith him, he vowed, there’s nothing to fear

But her father looked out at the dangerous trekWhich the priest and his daughter had plannedAnd he told them to feastone more day, at leastFor there was darkness spreading o’er the land

The Levite he laughed, laughed off the man’s worriesHe said that he had to leave nowSo they found as they wentOnce the trek had them spentWhat seemed like a quaint little town

They looked in the town for a place to lie down,To rest through the darkness of nightBut they found not a strangerTo keep them from dangerSo they rested a moment in plain sight

But then one person saw them and he told them to comeTo come and to stay in his spaceHe rushed them insideBefore the sun could subsideBehind the mountains that surround the place

Then the house was besiegedSurrounded by men, men who had a dark set of plansthey started to shoutWe saw a man, send him outGive your guest to us, he’ll be in safe hands

And the Levite did the most dastardly deedThat anyone ever could doHe grabbed his wifeAnd he gave them her lifeAnd he asked his host for more stew

And he ate and he slept and he shed not a tearAs her body was beaten and tornWhen the morning arrivedShe was no longer aliveAnd the Levite took a moment to mourn

But He did not weep or cry or wailOr cover his body in ashHe picked up a knifeAnd he picked up his wifeAnd he started to cut and to slash

As he cut off her hands and he legs and her headHe could see all the prize he had wonHe saw a heart and a mindHe saw nerves and a spineBut a person? He saw not a one.

These men, he felt sure, should pay for their sinSo he sent her parts all through the landOne tribe got her noseAnother her toesThe gruesome post did what he planned

It prompted a war, encouraged more deathDarkness and chaos and dreadBut if youre seeking a heroIn this tale you’ll find zeroYou’ll find only villains instead

This tale is a warning, a warning to allA darkness it seeks to illumineWhen we buy into liesThat a human’s a prizeWe do what seems rightin our very own eyesIt should be no surpriseThat someone decidesthat another human is less than a human