What are we fighting?nWhere from springs conflictnWith no enemy of concern?nWhat boon fromnConstant strife?nAll for naught this railingnAgainst follynnDogmas of the quiet pastnCan no longer charge our causenIt is what sets us against,nForges strangersnOut of comradesnnOnce free with no limitsnExisting for the sakenNow constricted in limpid furynBlinded by songs already sungnnEnmity lies not in the fixednStares of the ungathered dead,nMined by feasting carrionnnThose wretched tethered soulsnClutch tenuous threadsnOf the past in rigored handsnnEmbers of lorenThe promise of stars gone coldnPassages marked by burnsnOn the pages of meme's tomesnnIf your deathsnBe the price of resolutionnThen it is a fee worth paying