Your words provide the procession.
Your life gives sense of the obsession.
You've failed to give me your protection.
Now, you join the procession.
Slowly marching through the streets.
Each heart providing the drumbeat.
Walking solemnly through fog and sleet.
All as one, the sound of stepping feet.
In your tears I sit and bask.
You sniffle and moan as dawn turns to dusk.
It's over now, I've completed my task.
Come join my funeral march, leave your mark.
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