How does one fight an enemy that is oneself,

without incurring any casualties?

But perhaps all things must die in that they may live.

For truly, there is no creation,

only annihilation assuming many forms-

Life is Death as Death is Rebirth,

a continual requiem.

The elegy has been sung,

we merely lie await within the desanctified Tomb

of this earthen expanse.

What will we call The Awakening?

Or will we never know, that we have been sleeping?