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.