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I Am the Legion by John C Wiggington  

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10/1/2019 11:39 pm
I Am the Legion by John C Wiggington

The time has come to tell a story, a story of the passage of time inside a man's life. All that has come before shall come again, when one storyteller falls, another rises to enter history and make his mark.

When I was young, and the colors of youth vibrant in my mind, I beheld such wonderful things, my soul<b> singing </font></b>out to the world of God and man, held before me in duality, two places to exist, only one marking my flesh.

Age creeps like a snake, slow and side to side, making the earth jut and crumble beneath it's slow, sad tracks. Where once I found love, time has made graves of those I held close, among the remaining, all I see is change.

Brothers to arms, those that helped my hand when it once faltered, now ghosts, calling to my memory to remember them as they were, not as they are. Wherein their travels have they gone, I do not know, but forever in my mind shall they remain steadfast and whole, for all time as I write of their honor.

Others stand upon shaken knees, weakened by their lives, as all they held close disintegrates beneath them. I hold the hills of youth, even as I age, and call forward and side to side, I beckon them to reclaim what made us young men, I call to claim what will now make us men.

Yet my call is unheard by most, and even those who hear have forgotten how to listen. Where do I turn when all comrades have fallen into what seems like a fate I must one day call my own? I fight until death, but feel the weight upon me like a boulder, sending me into the dirt of failure.

Yet even from my knees, I send forth my yell, rise to meet me! Even with stone upon shoulders, stand tall and live my friends. In all the world I call this corner home, and in this place I shall hold the line, alone and with broken sword, the siren call echoing from my lips, as the war of life continues on.

Stand and meet me, run and find thyself. The adventure of life before us, tell me I am not lost. In all that is, we can shake the foundations with our will alone, to cut a swath upon the souls of all who live, to make them see our story, to make them remember that we were, and shall be again.

....unto death shall I fight, upon knee do I call forward and side to side.

....heed my call and live, or ignore and die, but I shall hold the line.

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