What are we fighting?   Where from springs conflict   With no enemy of concern?   What boon from   Constant strife?   All for naught this railing   Against folly      Dogmas of the quiet past   Can no longer charge our cause   It is what sets us against,   Forges strangers   Out of comrades      Once free with no limits   Existing for the sake   Now constricted in limpid fury   Blinded by songs already sung      Enmity lies not in the fixed   Stares of the ungathered dead,   Mined by feasting carrion      Those wretched tethered souls   Clutch tenuous threads   Of the past in rigored hands      Embers of lore   The promise of stars gone cold   Passages marked by burns   On the pages of meme's tomes      If your deaths   Be the price of resolution   Then it is a fee worth paying