Peace be upon him; light of Islam.
The Mother of Believers, too young to be impure.
Ever was she favoured, by the Prophet
An intact maidenhead assured.
“The hungry gaze swept past me, but I didn’t deign to see
Absorbed in lands of make believe, and too young to forsee
So I was claimed - a silent prize, and silence gives consent,
Father bends the knee and gives the contract his assent.
A few short years have passed and now my husband claims his rights
He covets this forbidden fruit, the fruit is far from ripe.
Terror courses through me, I am drowned in shame and pain
the an old man soils the child and the profound becomes profane”
At last it is over, he withdraws his bloody sword
He who pretends to be the prophet of god
from Whence Cometh Evil?
released April 11, 2015
Vocals - Dani Hawkins (Ishmael)
Saxophone - Danielle Lee (Collective 43)
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