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Crown of Silence

Genre: Meditative conscious rap / spoken-word hip hop
Mood: Reflective, solemn, wise
Tempo: Slow, minimal, spacious
Style: Verse–Reflection–Verse–Bridge–Spoken Outro

Description:
Crown of Silence is the closing meditation of the saga so far, the point where the fire and shadows settle into stillness, and the deeper truth emerges. Unlike the anthemic energy of Tablets of Fire or the heavy indictment of “Shadows of Empire”, this track is stripped back and almost prayer-like.

The verses are gentle, contemplative, reminding us that not every crown is forged in gold or conquest, some are found in silence, patience, and study. A spoken reflection pauses the music mid-track, shifting from rhyme to raw teaching, before the beat drops nearly to nothing, giving space for breath and reflection.

The long outro becomes the true heart of the song: a spoken-word lesson urging the listener not to inherit history blindly, but to seek truth with their own eyes, through stone, dust, and silence. It’s less a performance and more a transmission, a wisdom-passing moment.

This track doesn’t roar. It whispers.
And in that whisper lies the true crown: silence, knowledge, and freedom from illusion.

Crown of Silence

Ruth 1

[Opening – Cana Celebration]  
Wedding lights shining, Galilee that night  
Mother of Yeshua there, joy burning bright  
But the wine ran out, and the feast grew dry  
She turned to her son, with a knowing eye
[Verse 1 – The First Sign]  
“Woman, my time ain’t come,” He said low  
But she told the servants, “Do what He shows”  
Six stone jars stood, vessels of the law  
Empty, waiting purpose, for His word to draw  
“Fill them to the brim,” His command was bold  
Water poured in deep, waiting to unfold  
“Now take it to the master,” they obeyed His sign  
Water turned into glory, the purest wine
[Hook – Best Saved for Last]  
You saved the best for now, when all was gone  
From water to wine, Your glory shone  
The disciples believed, we saw the proof  
From Cana to the world, You’re the living truth
[Verse 2 – Temple on Fire]  
Passover near, Yeshua walked through  
Jerusalem’s courts, what did He view?  
Merchants filling temple, profit in the place  
Coins on the tables, cattle crowding grace  
He braided a whip, drove them all away  
Sheep, pigeons scattered, no market today  
“Stop turning my Father’s house for gain  
This is holy ground, not a marketplace in vain”
[Bridge – Prophecy Fulfilled]  
Disciples remembered, the scriptures had said  
Zeal for His house consumed Him with flame spread  
They asked for a sign, “What proof do you give?”  
“Destroy this temple, in three days I live”  
They thought of the stones, forty-six years built tall  
But He spoke of His body, resurrection call
[Hook – Best Saved for Last]  
You saved the best for now, when all was gone  
From water to wine, Your glory shone  
Temple shaken, the truth unveiled  
The Lamb has power, He cannot fail
[Verse 3 – The Rising Belief]  
When He rose again, we remembered the word  
Scripture confirmed what His voice had stirred  
Many believed at the festival sight  
Miracles revealed His heavenly might  
But He knew their hearts, saw what men hide  
Didn’t need witnesses, truth deep inside  
He came for the world, to cleanse and restore  
From Cana to the temple, His glory outpoured
[Outro – Everlasting Light]  
From jars overflowing to temple set free  
Yeshua’s the beginning of divine victory  
Water turned wine, death turned life  
Glory in the Son, eternal light

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I mourn peace and freedom. I mourn checks and balances, and the democratic consensus. I mourn every innocent victim of war—every child, every dream crushed by every tyrant. How could I not? How can you not?

Being pro-people and pro-peace isn’t being anti-anyone, it’s refusing to let pain justify cruelty. I love my Jewish friends, but I also mourn the moral consensus we once called “Never Again.” Because safety matters—yours, mine, theirs, ours. Everyone’s safety matters… That’s why my heart can’t stop singing and praying for world peace. I’m not anti-anyone. I’m anti-dehumanization. My hope is that the Jewish story can end in healing, not repetition. 

I can’t help but hope… because I believe we can protect each other without inflicting new wounds. Empathy isn’t a zero-sum game; it’s what makes us human! It’s what helps us survive and thrive as one earthly, democratic tribe. In fact, empathy is the ultimate weapon against evil! That is exactly why those who cannot feel it try to divide and conquer by calling empathy weak or dangerous.

Simone Weil wrote: “Imaginary evil is romantic; real evil is gloomy, monotonous, barren.” So when I hear friends glorify revenge to justify genocide, I weep… as if trauma could explain violence because it gives despair a proud story; as if moral drama, fueled by hubris, could heal the multigenerational void of helplessness left by past and future trauma. When a pacifist says “no more heroes, no more villains, just humans,” it’s treated as a threat, as if “you’re with us or against us” were unquestionable truth. 

But Nietzsche warned that those who fight monsters must be careful not to become them, and Hannah Arendt reminded us that fear of being a victim can make us accept the role of the oppressor. Real humanism doesn’t erase trauma, it transcends it! Pacifism isn’t naïve; it’s a radical commitment to ending the cycle of identification with force. 

Winning means grounding ourselves in moral coherence. Life is sacred. It’s not about picking sides between nations (or parties)… it’s about choosing compassion over cruelty. Sigh. 

And so well now, of course, I wrote yet another song—another “Letter to My Friend,” about Never Again. 💌

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@bananasutra – Lyrics: “Letter to My Friend”

Hey love, 
I’ve been thinkin’, the air’s gone strange.
We built a bridge, but fear made the range. 
When did caring turn into crime? 
Since when did heartbeats choose a side in time?

You think my tears forgot their tribe, 
But pain’s one language, that’s the vibe. 
If I cry for Gaza, do I leave you dry? 
Or can both our ghosts learn to sigh and fly?

I’m not your enemy, babe, I’m the echo that remains. 
Every love I add don’t steal your chains. 
Peace ain’t a prize that one can win; 
It’s a wound that heals when we let it begin. 
Oh, Bananasutra sings again…

Your roots run deep in haunted clay, 
I feel that tremor every day. 
But if walls keep empathy out of sight, 
Ain’t we just living in longer nights?

You guard your story like sacred wine, 
But I sip my sorrow... it tastes like thine. 
Can’t “never again” be a door, not a wall? 
Must one rise so another can fall?

I’m not your rival, love, I’m the ache that understands, 
Two trembling souls with open hands. 
My heart don’t subtract when it starts to expand; 
It multiplies truth in foreign lands.

Pain is pain; it don’t wear flags. 
It needs no borders, no tags. 
Fear’s a thief, babe, it steals our sight, 
Makes day look wrong and wrong look right.

Would you rather win, or rather heal? 
Would you rather numb, or rather feel? 
If trust could hum a new refrain, 
Would you hear my note through your pain?

I’m not against you, I’m just against cruel. 
Love ain’t a weapon; it’s the rebel’s rule. 
Let’s rewrite Never Again for all, 
’Cause peace built on pride’s just another wall.

So hey, my friend, come dance instead? 
We’ll sing for the living, not just the dead. 
Bananasutra’s heart don’t bend, 
It blooms, it breaks, it mends. 🪽


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