To the Aced Ones

Out of the day, veiled in curtains of deceit and lies, on the wings of realities I sail, dispelling inferno-like evil cries. Bullies come in all shapes and forms, practicing their craft with assumed powers; some even claiming they represent the norms with little or no respect of the rights of ours. Some represent a petty child of evil propensity, getting off on chants of pseudo superior birth. All seem to be afraid of their malevolent intensity, mesmerized by the boasting of their treacherous girth. Not all dictators sit and shout from their throne’s stump, some just sit and wait on your ace to be slap by a trump.