Julia Cotton: Part 1 Poem by Paula Glynn

An ugly smile means ugly words,
Julia Cotton the worst,
For she has a heart of stone,
Wandering through,
The corridors of hell alone,
A blade at the ready,
To collect payment,
And her skinless body,
Is gruesome to the core,
She is pure evil and nasty for sure.

Julia Cotton once felt love,
But now the only emotions,
Are hate and rage,
Her red body ready to strike,
At hell's gate,
Heaven only for those innocent,
And it is rare to find an innocent soul,
Instead only the guilty being around,
Being dropped into hell's pit of flame,
The devil knowing each soul's name.

There is only coldness or heat there,
The damned in their chambers,
Screaming with the scare,
But time moves on: even in hell,
Those damned under a wicked spell,
And angels pray for those in torment,
Their souls begging for God to release them,
And find a place beyond hell,
A place where time does already tell,
Whispers from the angels breaking the spell.