The Legion of the Lost I

My  name is Legion for
We  are many and
We  are busy in the land
Sowing  pain and despair,
It is easy work for our
Hands  for many here are
Willing to hurt another
For  their own gain, and
So we  join one to one, and
By  the end we will be
Legion and more  than Legion
For  the willing hands of
Blood are easy to be
Found  - give them titles,
Power, money,  fame, give
Them  the merest trifles
And  they rub their
Hands  in glee and
Gleefully they run our way.

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