Six men walking with a floating casket. Arms stretched out and hands gripping its attatchments. Lifting the load of a fallen loved one that will be missed. Step for step carrying the hovering lonesomes dying wish. Weight shifting in stride to its resting place in total darkkness. Set alone as the muscle eases back with the bitter taste of emotional sadness. One more down as the dirt covers and swallows an other lost solo soul. That's the way the end comes around the bend and shows us the meaning of a bitter world that will always remain so cold.
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