Origins

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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