Witted Injustice

Peace was beyond me the other night, violence tested me with painful plight, moseying tricks to loiter and fall, the notions of proper etiquette's crawl, See, violence only acts as fare, to dis-armor peace's proportions of care, until lowering defenses in hope attain, the witted injustice's chance to obtain, submission, reaction, to increase the like, of inherent anger enhancing its strike, tattering peace now unarmored loses to waring and hurting stillness with bruises. All because I wasn't ready for war spirits testing my steady hand's core and I failed my good God testing in this violence consuming in another try miss