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GOOD GOES BAD



When good goes bad birds would fly and flea
The predator would set a trap to catch the prey.
The prey would pray as it plaid to stay safe and be saved
Whenever things goes wrong. The bird fall into the trap.
Is caught, fought but couldn't manage at that age.
The trap being fruits of that tree, as beautiful as they were.
As sweet as they seem to be, the bird couldn't resist.
Could not realize it was a trap, was sweet when eaten,
Just for a short time, now will cause long lasting pain,
Game plaid by the tree was misunderstood, was vengeance,
Can't dry alone, needed followers, can't be punished alone
Needed pain bearers, can't smile anymore,
It's a coy smile it shows, to lure hungry birds,
To take life away and pain on that plain planed itself.


When good goes bad birds would fly and flea
Dogs would bark and hide, would run and flea.
Now this dog bark and hide, bark in the hiding place
At a pace comes the enemy following the sound
Around the hidden corner and it's a matter of death and life,
The enemy was strong and dog harmed, now sorry it feels
For itself, couldn't be silent and hide, thus direct the adversary
To where it was. It's destroyed, harmed and death waiting.
Can't eat hence hungry, can't hunt it's weak,
Has been left bereft by the friends, stressed up
Now depressed and hence death awaiting.

When good goes bad birds fly and flea,
Only flies without brain run to the danger
Zone, I became one, moved by the winds
And wrong-turn I turned not alarmed of the risk.
This tree had nice looking fruits, ripe
Sweet looking.
Self-control taken, it's now control self to the scene.
Lead one-self to see the beauty of the tree,
To test the sweetness of the fruit, seen as opportunity
That had to be grabbed, had to be taken care of.
Made arrangement of when and where.
Life planned for it, little did I know that cheap
Is expensive....now I wish I knew!


When good goes bad birds fly and flea,
But how would I the bird knew things went bad?
How was I the bird to know when to flea and when to stay.
No smoke to alert, apart now fallen after landing on that tree.
There where I thought I'll build my nest to rest
Has denied me niche to rest but grave to rest.
The beautiful fruits as ripe as they were had gone bad,
They contained lifetaking virus, feeding on them
Life span reduced as they parasitize the host who is the bird.
Find a way to live and destroy, enjoy and destroy.
Now can't talk of the bird, that bird on bed lay it's body
Feathers now falling off, scales now smoothen
Beak now weakened, wings broken and heart tone asunder.

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