Your thoughts,
dreaming on a softened brain,
like an over-fed lackey on a greasy settee,
with my heart's bloody tatters I'll mock again;
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Excellent penning! I enjoy the rythym without full circle rhymes, also the first few lines: with my heart's tatters I'll mock again; impudent and caustic, I'll jeer to superfluity.
Isn't this what is called the вступление? It's the introduction, isn't it? Not an epilogu but a prologue.