Secrets Of The Dead Version 2 Poem by Paula Glynn

Beware: the secrets of the devil
His toxic touch
The secrets of the dead
Souls in torment
From violent flames
Through to the ice and snow
Of winter, souls to reside
Residents of Satan's hell
Tricking all who dare to enter

And there is no safety here
Just torture chamber
After torture chamber
Leaving the damned screaming
Wishing they were dreaming
For blood runs freely
Dirt and muck
Impossible to wash off

Yet daily souls leave hell
Having learnt their lesson well
And then a Seer is created
Never to be left emaciated
Knowing their pain over
Their soul lucky
Like a four leaf clover

Many skills taught
Intelligence vast
Like the universe itself
Understanding the universe
And then to obtain
Incredible wealth
Superstars jealous
Unable to change a thing

And time moves forward continuously
Leaving those in the past
To just be faded photographs
In a picture frame
Their bodies cremated
Left like ghosts on the wind
And hearts do sing
Those holy prayers
God's love forever there
To watch over everyone
With his love and care.