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 memes tomes If your deaths Be the price of resolution Then it is a fee worth paying
ungathered, rigored, mined, railing, tenuous