there was the word

justice is the child of love and rage
the ferment of truth unanticipated
with magical elements is is baited
to capture critics at the proper stage
perjury doesn't provide a living wage
but with its own anger is well-freighted
to give to each the proper fated
key that unlocks each golden cage
where sortilege provides a single clue
to find the secret hidden in the maze
science must fall in worship at the feet
of magecraft must give it such due
as would the wielder of the razor craze
when clarity comes it is never fleet