Such Is The Way Of The Mortals Poem by Paula Glynn

She lies in a bath,
Razor in hand,
Hell torturing her,
Making her pay,
Crimes she did commit,
Such is the way of the mortals,

Hell to catch midflight,
In angel wings,
No Garden of Eden,
Waiting for the bloody damned,
For a bad smell follows,
Their lives empty and doomed,
With no angel of mercy,
To see them through,
Such is the way of the mortals,

God leaving those in hell,
But help they ask for,
But would betray,
Their master,
A devil to their happiness,
Always there to suffer,
Such is the way of the mortals,

Electricity shuts them down,
Message on a tape,
To be found,
Among their suicide note,
Their pain making it difficult to cope,
And now their life will end,
All the difficulties and no friends,
Such is the way of the mortals,

And the mortal seeing into hell,
Longs to escape,
Pain they always knew well,
For tricks of the devil,
Play with the mind,
The devil cruel and never kind,
For the devil tortures those,
With blood on their hands,
Their wicked ways,
The bloody damned,
And a dragon to chase them,
Never to wake,
For love was something to take,

The foolish ways of the mortal.