The Immortal Bowl

A vast and boundless world

Ancient, unending years

Some debts must be repaid, and some causes must bear fruit;

Some grudges must be avenged, and some kindnesses repaid;

When the sword is drawn, who can stand against it?

Will you return as a soul to the heavens, or come home in glory?

This life, you've fallen into my bowl again, so you're mine to eat!