The Long March
The minions approached the castle wars,
Came under fire from cannon balls.
Lobbed by towers oh so tall,
In droves, the minions, they did fall.
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But such was their fate, to fight and die,
To do so without asking why.
A greater plan they could not scry,
While the ground, their blood did sanctify.
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But their sacrifice was not in vain,
With minions, advantage, heroes gained,
From their bloodlust they would not refrained,
They stormed the walls, and brought the pain.
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Before long, a banner, it was raised,
Briefly turned a hero's gaze,
To the minions who had paved the way,
But alas, the hero was unfazed.
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Minions were in long supply.
Hundreds, thousands, they could die.
As long as they kept marching by,
No tears for ones undignified.
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So on the battle, and the war,
More minions marched out to the fore.
Silent resignation in their core,
Unknown what they were fighting for.