When Is So Bad To Be True Poem by Dr Anthony Onoja

It is all a gig
So good to be true
Like the truce of marble
it rumbles in earth and blood
someday it shall fly
into the deep and of the deep
return and say it was a nightmare
so bad to be good
so good to be true
it all turns true anyway
when evil smell good
good aroma purge it out
the land is death
full of dead
its all death anyway
above the wails on the other side
the death of a smug
she is free like she always wanted
roam the street in fairy astonished decay
Death came but no one saw it
he took away the best of all
in sand left a hallow feet
measure in scoop of shovel
arose and ride like unicorn
eternity is deep
judgment is near
when reality shall reflects in Tartarus