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Weave the intent from |
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Our resolved unknowing |
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Present the solutions |
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In a morose soliloquy |
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And as we speak those final rhymes |
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Paving the road for continuation |
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A path to paradise |
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Witness the blessed rotten flesh |
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Mercy! |
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These processions I've joined are not bound for rebirth |
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They are frozen |
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Heading for the sky |
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Silently |
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Never asking why |
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To be as one with Earth and the worm within it |
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Will not suffice for those whom we know as sacred |
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Between us we divide a boundless worth |
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Projecting upon ourselves the elation |
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I shall meet you in paradise, my beloved |
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In memoriam |
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These processions I've joined are not bound for rebirth |
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And they seem so lost |
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I am no less bound to this road |
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But the pains and joys of certainty are not mine |
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I am not staring beyond the clouds |
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Not heading for the sky |
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And silently |
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Always asking why |
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These processions I've chosen to follow have shackled me |
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To the hearse that rides forever |
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Into the sky |
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Silently |
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Never asking why |