Hurry my servant, you have been commanded to flee.

Along with 600,000 of your tribe.

After more than 400 years, you Jews have been freed.

Hurry, because the slaves are leaving fast,

Hurry before Pharaoh changes his mind.

Or your people cower and decide to stay.

Wear the baby pink toga,

With the flat, strappy Prada sandals.

You must pack light but look pretty.

Bring a vial of my hot magenta lipstick

Along with these gold coins.

Take my pearl ear bobbles,

I won’t need them anymore.

Pharaoh’s wife wept.

Here is charred lamb meat as a snack.

For you will need strength for your journey.

And pack some bread, although it is unleavened.

Do not wait for it to rise.

Pray to your mystical God for us,

As your divinity is more powerful than Ramses.

Hurry my slave, and take your plagues with you.

Your sickness, destruction, and death.

Take your wretchedness and stench of bondage.

Listen to me carefully.

You have been a faithful servant.

But you must leave the house of your birth.

Do not look behind.

Set out in the blackness,

Hurry, for you will be guided

By a vapor darker than the blackest shadow.

Run, into the magical unknown.

Believe, and you will find your way.

Go now before you hesitate.

And fear to leave the tomb of your mind.