could death just be a rich man's trick?
fading trust in straw men
who do we look to for an answer?
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a glancing blow from the window
met with eyes staring from the void
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flying past my face, it cut the wind and my eyes stung
whispers trail off
replaced with mourning
what could we have done?
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the straw men burn and blood flows from the ground
the blackness of the void drinks deep without a sound
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by what we see our minds are bound
we go along without a sound
aware of who we keep around
we go along without a sound
we went along without a sound
we went along without a sound...
This album by Kenyan electronic producer rPH and poet Kins of Spade reflects on the impact of religion in their lives and society. Bandcamp New & Notable May 12, 2023