Gloves Are Off

I never knew

Hatred

Such a prevalent force

So ugly

Frozen

A face of

Sunday masks

Stories so good

They swayed others

No one fighting

For the underdog

Or ask

Assumptions made

Crazy

Holding to the belief of

A plan

A hope

A future

Your life

My life

Our lives

The ugly

The diabolical

The entitled

Won’t matter

The plan

Already written

Angels already

Sent ahead

Prayers for

Fair

Truth

Peace

No fear

Of the dark

Not running

Standing

Owning

Knowing

There is a plan

Death quickens

Those seeking

To twist

And destroy

Warped realities

Make believe endings

Prayers cancel evil intent

The gloves are

OFF