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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.
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.
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