The beating of a million feet onto heavy soils pulse from within. They are trying to reach the surface, trying to gain control. The parade is on, and the war will soon be in sight. Their rifles are loaded and propped ever so perfectly on their shoulders as they march in ranks. The five hundred thousand soldiers in my soul will find a way. They always do. If only they had a purpose for surfacing. The fight is for the fight. Where is the cause? Where is the hope? The knowledge drives them too far. The courage. The willingness to die for no cause.

Though the personalities are caring, they too are devoted to the courage. The courage of what I am uncertain of. I will just take it as a display of loyalty. The parade is on for all to see.

My proud. My loyal. My courageous.

All hail My Legion!