Halloween Notation

It doesn’t matter that you called it

“The means to ends are True”

A lack of “justly-acting” served

Will be the (blank) of you

No man, no prince, no deity

No angel borne in hell

Can save you all from wrath that’s due

and surely…time will tell.

So next time when the pot gets stirred

To mix ice cream with soot

Beware the fact you’ll get yours back

and then some, underfoot.

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