Our pedigree was lost.
Burned by time
and blurred by blood that we spilled plenty.
To erase our names
from the unfair history.
Forgotten minions, cannon fodder
In a power struggle
We did not start nor wanted,
spitting in your lit by glory face, when asked we howl:
“I am Legion, for we are many.”
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Aren't songs of grief lullabies to the lost?
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