From Might to Motion

The functions stand

The morals change

Upon the shift

We all remain

The startled march

Toward their end

Beyond the peaks

They all descend

Blame the clouds

They're passing by

Amoral fates

Immoral skies

Perversion marks

The end of tolls

Crossing lines

Defining roles

We are judgment

The hammers fall

And the useless rise

To destroy it all.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Kind of cheesy, but I wrote it at school out of boredom so hey.

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