From flesh rent fresh adrift, from breath unmoored;
Now frantic search for where my goodwill’s stored.
My mortal span on Earth has reached its end
And now to final judgement I descend.
Is there enough to mitigate the ill?
For demon-feast will I provide new fill?
Not every life that’s lived can be called glorious.
But tell me mine at least proved foot-notorious.
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