Devil's Food Cake

Devil's Food Cake


The devil is the biggest liar the world has ever seen
He tries to convince us that the red hot of hell is in reality, Eden so green
A master of illusion, a con of first degree
He has no power, he has no strength, be careful what you see.

He goes about as a roaring lion, inside, he's just a rat
He scares the foolish out of their wits but runs from a bold christian cat 
He comes in like a flashing flood although he's just a trickle
And makes the world think that he's a rich king when in truth he ain't worth a nickel.

But some of us are onto him, we buy his tricks no more
We don't read his books or dig his looks and we immediately show him the door
He feeds the world his devil food, they buy it by the ton
They think he's cute in his little red suit, no threat to anyone.

"Give your kids the devil!" they say
As they sell us their goods on t.v.
Devilicious they call it and grin as they eat it
But you'll never sell that stuff to me.

I never ate a devil's food cake, I never like the name
Or deviled eggs or deviled ham or played that devil's game
I never thought that it was cute the cartoon way they paint him
With fork and tail and silly grin, I'm here to say that aint him.

Ol' RatFace thinks he's really smart, he thinks he's got us fooled
Half of the world thinks that he don't exist and the other half thinks that he's cool
But I got news for Mr. Luce, someday his lights will dim
And all the tricks he ever played will be played back on him.

Is this the one we feared and honored, the world will ask in disgust
Is this our king, this pitiful thing crawling in the dust?
No magic then can save him, no mercy will be shown
In torment of hell that dude will dwell and finally leave us alone.

And all I ask is just one thing, the height of my desire
Is to light the match to ignite the blaze upon the lake of fire!
And he won't think it funny then, I'm sure he'll probably cry
And hell will look like Burger King and Satan, a greasy french fry.

He thought it cute to inspire some kook to name food after himself
But he won't laugh when he sees Jesus get that cake pan down from the shelf
We'll make us a batter and settle the matter and get our revenge on that rake
And head chef I'll be, oh, my eyes long to see
When we bake a real devil's food cake!



©by Voo

2-2:45 a.m.

Who I Am

 

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Who I Am

You make me feel like I need to apologize

For being alive

For existing on your plane so different from mine

So far above, or below

I never quite know

I only know that when you look at me

You don’t even know who I am.

You make me feel like a sideshow freak

Standing there within a solitary floodlight

Under the scrutiny of your criticizing eyes

Listening for things that I have not said,

Looking for things that will never appear,

Hunting for things that will never be found

And unable to hear what my heart has just said.

What makes us so different, you and I?

I crave peace, and you need war

I love laughter and you like the thunder

Of your own voice

Always debating, always questioning,

Always arguing

Looking for offenses when I offer my wisdom.

Can you just not see what’s in front of your face?

How soft my touch is?

How sweet my smile?

How great is my love and how empty my heart?

I was born to care and I care so much

Yet I lie down with broken-ness

And I rise up with pain.

I am a child that has never known love

And yet it flows from me like a dammed up river

Looking for dry fields to water and nourish

I am father-less and mother-less,

Child-less and friend-less

An innocent in a cold, jaded world

Ever waiting with hopeful eyes and tears about to fall.

How I love beauty!

And books full of romance,

Elegance and grace and soft, tender words,

Poetry and art and the music of Heaven,

Family ’round the table and the silver of rain,

Hands reaching to heal, not pushing away,

The giggles of babies and the smiles of a friend.

I would give you the shirt off my back if you needed it

I would cook you the biggest banquet you ever saw

And go hungry myself

I would slave on my hands and my knees in hard labor

If it meant that you wanted for nothing

And you know that I would, for I have, and I can

For that is who I am.

One day you will come to me, for the joy of my humor,

For the warmth of my face, and the glow of my hearth

Ask for the gifts and the time always waiting,

Run to the comfort that I’ve offered in vain,

Call out my name in rooms full of your pictures

(My illusions of love)

But I will not be there.

Look at me!

See me

Listen to me, know me

For I am worth knowing

I will not apologize for who I am

For who I am

Has made you who you  truly are.

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©by Voo

November 30, 2009

3:02 a.m.
copyrighted

One of the Best Things I Ever Heard

Possibly one of the greatest, most amazing, shocking, awesome things I ever heard!!!!!!!!

In The Claws of a Cold Cruel Night

The Way by Zack Hemsey

In The Claws

 of a Cold Cruel Night

(for the victims of the slave trade that is still going on

all over the world on so many levels even here in my own country)

Clasped in the claws of a cold cruel night

I battled to breathe and I struggled to fight

With the terror that hooked me and took me away

Far from the fire and the safety of day.

In the arms of the awful and hopelessly lost

To pay just a fraction of what my life cost 

And though I was broken, the merchandise, marred

There were some who were looking for the thing that was scarred.

And they circled around me, more vultures than men

Reaching and touching and reaching again

And I bit at their fingers and I hit at their eyes

And they laughed at my despair and crowed at my cries.

In the depths of the desert, in the forests, forlorn

Slave markets for creatures in feminine form

In cages of steel and ropes without pity

Taken from home and village and city.

For the want of a woman, for the need of a night

We were captured and hidden from rescuers' sight

By men who were soul-less and wanton with lust

They shattered our innocence, they destroyed our trust.

And we prayed to our fathers and we called to the sky

As we listened in silence to the scream and the sigh

Of our sisters before us in the tents of the knave  

Who gave in and gave up when no one came to save. 

I had long dreamed since childhood of a love of my own

A husband and children and a sweet little home

Living free in my country, loving free in the arms

Of a man who would love me and keep me from harm.

For my mother had promised he would come one fine day

Sweep me off my feet and would carry me away

To the dream and the passion and the joy of my heart

But the dream's dying in me before it could start.

I'm a child! I'm a child! I'm still young and not old

I am more than this flesh, I am spirit and soul

You can't buy me with money or own me as chattel

I am human and worth more than fields full of cattle.

My eyes filled with tears, I can hardly see now

They tell me to follow, they make me to bow

They pull on my hair, they bruise and they squeeze

Like traders at market with fruit ripened to please.

But the fire in my heart and the fight in my fist

Gives me courage to say No, I won't go like this!

You can kill me and burn me and throw me away

But none of you devils will own me this day!

And they laugh in their shock at the brave little girl

Who would dare to resist her sad fate in the world

Who would stand up to men who were greater than she

And worth more to God than she'd ever be.

Then the dark crawls to shadow and dawn suddenly breaks

And the traders and buyers and those holding the stakes

Are revealed in the sunlight and exposed in the light

Like insects, they go scrambling for the cover of night.

And a man in white clothing, reaches his hand to me

Pulls me to my feet and says,  Daughter, you're free

And an army of good men, like heroes so tall

Opens cages and knots and gives freedom to all.

And my sisters and I, we rejoice and we yell

As they round up the men who had made us this hell

Who had kidnapped and caught us and bought us for slaves

Who would wish that they hadn't as they lay in their graves.

We are yellow and black, we are white and we're tan

We are equal in God's sight and equal to man

We are precious and worthy and worth more than gold

But are torn as we leave there with such holes in our souls.

In the trucks going home through the forests so dark

We embrace, giving thanks with our little girl hearts

And we wonder aloud about the good man in white

Who had reached out and freed us and faded from sight.

And we pray for the children and the victims like we

All over the world who just want to be free

From the tyranny of evil and the lust of it's eyes

For we know now there's someone who does hear our cries.

You're so brave! they all tell me, You stood up to the beasts!

But I smile, saying nothing till their praises have ceased

For my bones had near melted as I'd stood and defied 

And in the arms of my sisters, I fell and I cried.

©By Voo

July 19, 2017

2:42 a.m.

I don't know where this came from.....

.the story just fell into my fingers tonight and I had to 

write it down..

     Liza, originally by Bill Withers....

                              a powerful cover that seems so apropos

https://dcdirtylaundry.com/pedo-paradise-uk-pedophiles-are-buying-gambian-children-for-2-60-for-their-sick-twisted-pleasures/

https://www.rutherford.org/publications_resources/john_whiteheads_commentary/the_essence_of_evil_sex_with_children_has_become_big_business_in_america

The Strength of Vulnerability

The Strength Of Vulnerability

If you want a strong relationship

Be it with dog, or God, or man

You must show your vulnerabilities

For that's the only way you can.

Pride does nothing but push away
And arrogance turns the heart
You must let others know you need them
If you want true love to start.

Don't be afraid of needing
Don't be afraid to show
That you need what the others have
If you ever want to grow.

I hope you hear what I'm saying
And that you will understand
You must open your heart if you want to know love
From a dog or from God or from man.

©by Voo
2/22/2020
7:12 p.m.



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