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Who is the judge? No one is born a monster or a pastor But who the cap fit wears the guilt And at the sight of the judge the beans must be spilt You can choose not to admit being guilty Because that will make the face of the judge busy But when you are served by death with writ The uneasiness will make you run for your mite As the case book is laid bare by the eternal magistrate He will direct you to stand straight And in the counter you cannot wedge You will face everything at the edge In the box your friend is the security with his badge Time is a refuge for no fugitive Your wishes will fume and that is punitive Truth will treat you like his captive Every question will be perfumed as if it is vindictive In the court of the judge the wicked will not stand for long For with bad deed the victim has formed the bond And when you let the cut out of the bag The judge will give it a good hug And serve it back to you in a justice jag Yo...

Way back into love I drove out of love to starve but regret was awaiting my nerves.   Her beauty sake made me sick.   I miss your kisses, your hugs and laughs. Where lays the path back to love I drove out of love to stare because of distress and to feel the neglect.   Her love was like a spring in the desert from which I deserted. Her love made me mindless because of the kindness and like a heaven found in hell her love sounds. I drove out of love to stage. Too much like hard and softer than pads. You made me realize the difference between had and have, whatever and that. Her love was real because it’s now rare. Where do I find the right words for love? She made me feel like a king, and that drove away all my doubts to relieve and believe, sold my lies to truths, blew my pity to envy, and deepened my weightless hopes to heavy. When we were alone there was non alive and there her voice will sing like sweeter than the midnight ...

Sweetest bile Her wish is my punishment                                                                      Her sweet voice is my astonishment                                                      On this I smile for fulfillment                           ...

                          Bubble gum The sweetness, stickiness   and tasteless becomes its names. Each bite churns with the laughs of new taste,   the sweetness sprouts like water found in draught. With the tongue deceiving each bite into an endless fight, the jaws are inflicting its treacherous wounds upon each bite, The mouth watches with its mournful walls predicting a future bitterness for its inmate. With each secretion of saliva teasing up the process and granting a fair trial to the sweet victim it approaches its merciless death sentence. With the teeth offering all deserving punishment, the sweet denies itself ever being called by its name. It has faded its sweetness by dinning by chewing with gladness. We finding no adjective for our new love flock with a bubble gum as birds   for like a new lo...