Frozen Processions

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