The Dead World Poem by Paula Glynn

'Watch how she hurts'
Message on a tape heard
Fear of the devious devil
Fear of the unknown
Fear of the dead world

Voices in his head
Voices of the cursed dead
Voices to trip him up
A psychology trapping him
Like trash twisting his luck

A mystery to the world
History of a sad little girl
But he watches her rise up
He makes her incredibly rich
He gives back all her lost luck

The dead world unknown
The dead world where a courageous king
Takes his destiny and his jewelled crown
Labelling himself the devil
And placing himself upon the ultimate throne

A wise and strange master from beyond
A master that does respond
To voices of the doomed dead
A succession of souls
Residing in a world beyond this one

Life about always winning
Life about the winning lottery numbers
The lucky psychic can see
Drawing a line on that ticket
Knowing the game of life won

Love a second thought
Love waiting to fall into loving arms
Love like angel feathers to be caught
Sending a message of hope
Giving freedom, perspective and scope

The dead world appealing
Trying to see into via a ouija board
Talking to supposed silent ghosts
Where their whispers are seldom heard
Their place unknown in a mysterious world

If one dares believe in all this
One to also believe God protects all souls
A master of God serving the human race
To keep life equal and equitable
Irrelevant of social status or money.