For me. For you. For us.
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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