Worth remembering

Worth noting, if these creatures who talk in unison monotones, who stand among 1000000, who, when the bugle calls, say, “I was the one, look at me, not her, and I stood outside this person’s house, along with the rest, this person just a mortal, I stood as 1000000, we whispered at them devil, that was my voice, jealous, that made humanity fall, one in 1000000, drowned out my mass of cowardice, it was a free for all, all 1000000 against this one girl, we crawled in the darkness, searching for a lamp, we thought we’d burgal hers, it was her I swear, made us evil, the odds were not fair, her being in all her difference, camp, we’d sell our souls to have her lamp, and she’d be to blame, cause we’re all the same, 1000000, 0s, she overcame, to find another one, and bleh” and whimpering much the same, if these creatures, actually have anything worth remembering to say?