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Do Not Become Them

Mondoshiwa
60 BPM, 4/4, D minor modal center, Faithful cover of the uploaded recording: preserve vocal melody, phrasing, pauses, rubato, tempo feel, section lengths, dramatic arc and ~4:10 duration, Preserve the rough fragile female alto with exposed soprano reach, chest-led lows, grainy strained upper cries, trembling sustained tones, pitch scoops, incisive consonants and archaic declamation; keep natural imperfections, never polish the voice, Re-record accompaniment at clean studio level: dry lyre, kithara, low aulos, breathy flute, restrained drone, bowed folk lute, sparse frame drum and clay bells, Clear acoustic separation, natural transients, controlled sub-bass, dry close ambience, phase-coherent moderate stereo width, Keep final-third density stable or reduced: no added layers, no widening, no modulated high-frequency tails, no spectral shimmer, metallic haze, cumulative saturation or increasing reverb

⊱ ✧✦✧ ═══ ✧✦✧ ⊰ ✦ ⊱ ✧✦✧ ══════ ✧✦✧ ⊰ ✦ ⊱ ✧✦✧ ═══ ✧✦✧ ⊰ 🎶 We are the **StorytellerZ** – the German hub for Suno artists. 🎶 Come join us, connect and become part of our creative hive: 👉 https://discord.gg/storytellerz ⊱ ✧✦✧ ═══ ✧✦✧ ⊰ ✦ ⊱ ✧✦✧ ══════ ✧✦✧ ⊰ ✦ ⊱ ✧✦✧ ═══ ✧✦✧ ⊰ Lyrics by @Mondoshiwa © COPYRIGHT, 2026 @Mondoshiwa, All rights reserved STTZ-CB3D5024305C8272D4A48543 ⊱ ✧✦✧ ═══ ✧✦✧ ⊰ ✦ ⊱ ✧✦✧ ══════ ✧✦✧ ⊰ ✦ ⊱ ✧✦✧ ═══ ✧✦✧ ⊰ [Part I] Take the cloak I mended The figs are green beside our wall Oil waits sealed for winter [Part II] We planted trees We kept bread for the stranger We brought the gods salt and oil We asked for enough [Part III] Then men praised your shoulders I understood They count the young as spears They chose the quarrel before us [Refrain] Go as the man who stood beside me Spare whom you can Do not become them [Part IV] If they command beyond all measure Remember our table: Bread for the hungry Water for the fallen No blow for one who yields [Refrain] If you stand among their spears Spare whom you can Do not become them [Final Lament] If foreign earth receives your bones Let no herald soften it I shall keep one morning: Bread black on stone Flour across your sleeve Both of us laughing before we ate [Outro] What they take from me Shall not teach me hatred