Modern Age Slavery The Silent Death Of Cain
Lord I’ve spilled my brother’s blood
Yet no shame dwells in my heart
He was the pride of my father
A perfect obedient humble son
Neither broken back of tired bones
Nor two arms covered with scars
But all those days are gone
The Golden age of privilege
And what I’ve found in God are disrespect and ignorance
Towards my pain, the silent death of Cain
Shivering desires burn inside
A fire, a grief, an old fear
Lord I’ve spilled my brother’s blood
Yet no shame dwells in my heart
Marked since the day I was born
Yet no one will pray for the silent death of Cain
Death of Cain
Cursed life
In the deepest things of all the day I died
I was left utterly alone
No one will pray my death as Cain
Isteal the days from misery
With simple faith and real sins
Lord I’ve spilled my brother’s blood
Yet no shame dwells in my heart
Marked since the day I was born
Yet no one will pray for the silent death of Cain
But all those days are gone
The Golden age of privilege
And what I’ve found in God are disrespect and ignorance
Towards my pain, the silent death of Cain
