Footnote in the Book of Life

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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