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Unholy Land

There's no other love greater,
Than becoming a mother,
And if your life gets burned,
You'll scream at those concerned,
Especially when it was stolen again,
From people who had no write,
An x-husband can be a,
Very sick man,
When he gets a jealous girlfriend,
To help him undermine the x-wife,
To put together a plan,
A murderous sick plan,
To kill the children of the x-wife,
Not only are they nuts,
They have no type of guts,
For they hired people to do,
Their dirty deeds done cheap,
Everything that they did go through with,
Was heading them to jail,
Til a powerful group of people,
Ignored the laws of the land,
And proceeded with their plan,
These people did not know,
They were creating a very sick show,
Of judgement they had no write too,
Done out of a court of law,
Desputed by other people,
That backed up the x-husband,
They've shown really poor judgement,
And put themselves in the boiling pot with them,
For God in heaven never sleeps,
And yes his heart does weep,
For what has been done,
To a small little family,
Of innocenance that never did anything,
Has been trampled upon,
Like it doesn't matter,
For what they all have done,
The murderers run the streets,
And are holding onto the son,
The x-wife got her life shattered,
And to them the only matter,
Is a flimsy excuse,
About being controled out of love,
To be people involved in law,
And never do what's right,
By the child whose life they did take,
Sickens the x-wife and only makes her madder,
Rage is boiling inside,
That she can not hide,
Aganist all of the people,
In this unholy land.

Copyright © Deborah Jarrell | Year Posted 2009

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