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Mom's Devil's Food Cake

The delious smell of,
A chocolate hell,
One of the moisest cakes,
The plate awaits,
For that tasty treat,
Warm, light, and fluffy on the inside,
With the taste of heaven,
A dramtic debute,
Of dark choclate so sweet,
A tantilizing delite,
For a scrumous night,
Smoother than a lucious shake,
My mom is so great,
I'll eat anything from her hand,
As it slides down my throat,
I can feel what she made,
Was ooohy, gooey, maxa-mooey,
To give my tummy a sugaris rush,
I love my mom's Devil's food cake.

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Capricorn Heritage

Cut into pieces,
Alone completely,
Passionate about respect,
Resourceful,
Intelligently viable,
Correct about truth and God,
On the money with dreams,
Rejunvanative health,
Not in love anymore.

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Buzz Anthem

This is a colabration of Shane, Dhruv, and Deborah




Buzz, Buzz
catch the fuzz,
it's all a big fus this buzz,
heros of literature use good buzz words,
knock buzz, it's all a fuz
its time for all this fus,
quarel tantra mantra anger song literature anger jam,
superherores knock before the clock clocks,
superheros do the tantra mantra,
the simple life dance,
with simple talks,
the secret is out,
superheros do coloberate,
colors do shout,
Naga Anthemson talks Naga buzz anthems,
hush, naga can't get rid of this fuzz,
smile and blush like an x o yo,
Naga Anthemson beats the beat,
superheros without second heart beat,
death is angry,
selfless without feet,
Naga, I told you,
Superheros dont beat to shoes,
think of blues,
the times now are a few,
life has feeling with all views,
anger wishes are a struggle beyond screws,
the universe is universally beaten,
you have to take a hit like some jews,
it's not my writing it's beyond my self in your shoes,
Selfless buzz, it's also called a big universally known buzz fuzz fus beat, drew.

Written by Dhruv Pandya 

I need a moment of peace so I can see what I need to see,
I know what I need to see definetaley not to lose it, but be a man and try to go through with
it,

I need time alone, we like to call it me time,
no games, no nothing just me time,
focus on my dos and don'ts,
my who and wants,
 
dont snooze don't cheat ,
just have time to be me

Written by Shane Anonomous.

A towering inferno,
Bursting though my veins,
Anger and venom,
Holding onto me,
with unholy, binding chains,
The driving force is,
Pitch, black, and corse,
A red hot sweat,
From my feet to my neck,
Exploding inside my churning gut,
From the depths of Hell,
This emotion does dwell,
The foulest emotion,
Has become a devotion,
Precognition beyond their ambition,
Like an overcooked steak,
That's burned to a cinder,
Too crisp to eat,
For it tastes like shoe leather,
Red hot poka dots,
Spin through my eyes,
The color of red, 
Wrapped around my head,
It's ready to break,
Apart my heart,
For the utmost I know,
Anger you must control,
Drive back that dark force,
To the depths of Hell,
For such a horrific emotion,
Is too dangerous,
To be devotion.
 
Written by Deborah Jarell

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If

If I picked you a flower,
If I hold your hand,
If I gave you a kiss,
Could I be your man?
If we went for a drive,
If we went to a show,
If I took you to dinner,
Could I be the winner?
If I bought you a ring,
If you met my family,
If I made you a drink,
If I gave you some candy,
If I took you to my house,
If we made love all night,
Could I be the one,
To always hold you tight?

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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.

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Cynical Murderous Man

I am a man with a plan,
A murderous heart,
I plan to rip out,
My x-wife's heart,
I'm going drive her to madness,
And bring complete sadness,
By involving people she thinks,
Are her friends,
Me and my family have agreed,
To do this ungodly deed,
We don't believe we'll get caught,
No one relizes our murderous hearts,
We are shallow and ruthless,
And money grubbing shabbness,
The tackiest of all,
Romes our halls,
We're going to make her loose everything,
Especially her kids that she loves so much,
The first one to go,
Is her daughter we just know,
How much it's going to demolish her,
And when we are done,
We'll steal her son,
And seperate her from the other daughter,
I don't like the fact that I had,
To pay her child-support,
I've got lifeinsurance,
And I plan to get it all back,
I'm the meanest man,
With the most cynical plan,
For revenge on the woman,
I never got over,
I never let go,
And I'm going to show her,
That I can be more brutal,
Then I was in our marriage,
And if by chance we do get caught,
I'll come up with a way,
To still make her pay,
Cause I'm the sickest,
Son of a gun in this town.

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True Thoughts

Personal thoughts flow,
From your head,
They do go,
Around and around,
Without a sound,
They always pop in,
To your brain.
They will send,
A message to your mind,
What your brain,
Will find,
A thought to invent,
Or solve something,
Not heaven sent,
Does your brain ever stop,
The flow of thinking,
That pops?
I don't believe it does,
The minds a mystery,
From God to you,
And me,
What do you do,
When someone accuses you,
Of things being lies,
When you and others know,
That they're true?

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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.

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No Ones Power Is Greater Than God's

God doesn't want this,
To happen to anyone again,
He's going to hit you,
For all of your sin,
You won't have what,
You have abused,
It's a matter of time,
And God's going to make,
You loose,
Believing you are right,
For what you are doing,
Is not going to change,
Your life out of ruin,
You can't ruin lives,
And take away freedom,
And make someone sick,
From all you are doing,
For those of you,
Who believe it's o.k.,
You've even heard God,
And what he did say,
Give Debbie her life back,
Or God will destroy you,
Believing that you are more powerful than God,
It's what's undermining your power to begin with,
It's God who gives power,
And he who takes it away,
Even Julius Ceasar,
Found out the hard way.

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God's Turnabouts

The devil cruised down,
To New Orleans,La,
With plan in his heart,
From the Broussards part,
He claimed alot of souls,
With temptation of a plan,
One very unholy,
Sinful lawbreaking scam,
One offering money to those who would join,
A serious deception created,
From his hand,
If you went for the money,
For the love of it,
You lost your soul,
Because of it,
If it was because they scared,
You into it,
You got a reprive because,
Of it,
If you chose to hurt,
Me and my kids on purpose,
You lost your soul,
And all contol of it,
God doesn't do that just for me,
He would do it for anyone,
Whose been put through unbelievable,
Pain and misery,
When a good person is outnumbered,
By an evil amount,
God goes to bat,
And you better watch out,
A good soul and family,
Outnumbered by alot,
Has God batting a thousand,
Turnabouts for all who fudgged up,
People determined to keep doing wrong,
By this little woman and children,
Will not be singing any song.