To A Place Beyond Hell Part 2 Poem by Paula Glynn

The psychopath
To believe himself a paradox:
I don't think so
For he never will be that way
His mission
To destroy the heart
With a knife in his hand
But his own heart breaks
And his own eyes cry
Karma the boomerang
Like a child with a ball:
Only this ball is earth

The psychopath
Never a paradox
His lack of understanding
His ignorance of the world
And the ways of the universe
A universe vast
With its power
And atomic energy
That no psychopath can stop
No matter the rage within

For he is now
Branded the fool
The world stone
There no safety
Or happy home
For he broke the rules
The laws of Karma
His enemy
But a higher power
Waits to release the heat
And turn down the thermostat
Reducing the pressure

But happy birthday
To the psychopath
Even he to deserve
To exist
The existence of evil
To be unavoided
Soul after soul
Created by the hellraiser
No birthday party
To celebrate his existence
Happy comeuppance
For a soul
Trapped in the darkness
And the claustrophobic heat
Where his soul
Is the devil's meat

No one to listen
To his cries for help
The shut and locked wall
Where no angel comes to call
His soul trapped behind the wall
No one to save his soul
As the pain consumes
Trapped within car fumes
And every part in hell to suffer
And the world turns
While his soul burns
Spinning in orbit
Justice gained for innocent lives

But he is learning
Good things too
His heart is learning love
For all learn to feel love
Through the heartache and tears
Heaven to release the fears
Memories of the past
Unable to be erased
But angels take the devil's place

And one day soon
He will be in a place
Beyond thought
Beyond the hellraiser
Even beyond the life
Where people can attack
And hurt one another
But learning his lesson well
Has meant the end of hell
Now residing in a place beyond hell.