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
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