Go back, old dog, and do a catalog
Of your past faults and tragicomedies;
Best to admit your human maladies
And pray you won't be stranded in Magog.
Contrition and a firm resolve should bring
Kind souls to help you escape from the bog.
Time, that impatient Bird, is on the wing;
Only a fool would go on following
Greed and/or the other deadly pursuits...
Old dog, avoid the Trickster and his brutes;
Dare not with the Devil be in cahoots...
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