Last Rites

The thought of what I must endure

For living an existence less than pure

Fills me with foreboding and dread

As over me the last rites are read

Never did I seek to make amends

For selfish deeds hard to comprehend

When justice is what I'd eventually face

For every single sin and every disgrace

Now as this life comes to a fateful end 

Knowing there is little one can defend

The torment and pain that I have caused

Means begging forgiveness before our Lord.